March 2012
135 posts
dust
As she flew away,
There was a dust,
Of all the stuff she carried,
So very close to her heart,
And she was finally free,
Her burden was lifted,
And she was no longer held down.
her mind
She sits in the dark,
With her eyes shut.
Her mind wide awake,
Thinking of the horrors,
Of the past, and of the present,
And how her future will never be hers.
