She Used To Be A Dreamer

Thought Free | March. 18, 2018

Once there was a little girl. At night she wished on lily pads That floated in the pond of a funeral home.

She danced in leaves Muddy and brittle as they were In the warm spring air

She spun dreams out of moonlight Iridescent fairies that floated in And out of her consciousness.

She saved wasps from water Palm swollen from the sting Of her kindness.

Once there was a teen girl Who bottled her grief in soda cans, Hiding them in the knot holes of old oak trees

She trailed tears into dew drops That kissed the grass under early morning light

She dressed herself in armor of dark Clothes and heavy boots, preparing for a battle that already passed.

Once there was a young woman Who has forgotten how to dream And now waits for the fairies to return To save her from herself.

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