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Click hereShe’s hurting, alone, sad.
Her body shattered, consumed
with pain and tears.
They flow faster each trip
down her soft cheeks.
Her heart, her love, is gone.
Each tear tumbles freely,
trying to cover her, shield her,
She needs to heal, to breathe.
Look,
she sees the peak.
The point of freedom in reach.
Grasping it she prays.
Gently it holds her.
Protects her, never lets her go.
Light burns the dark and loves her.
See her face lifted high
She’s there on the mountain soaring
Weightless with no worries...
Free.
can be one of life's emotional medicines... Well done, it was beautiful and left food for thought.
Though in despair ~ she sees the far off peak of freedom. In time ~ once more she's on the mountain ~ soaring. Lovely illustration sets the mood.
When did this come out lovely Red...it's beautiful and as others have said, can be interpreted differing ways allowing the reader to see themselves in your poem..
and that is the way it should be......free.....nicely done.......don