Surrounded by four large walls
Like a fetus
She lays
Tears drop from white porcelain
New stains form on the wood planks
Where old ones beg for just a thought
Dying colors from sunflowers
Grasp for one last breath
Choked in her throat
An answer knocks at the door
Terrified relief thickens
Like fog around her fragility
An arm tug and away she goes
They know the truth
They know the way
Away she goes
Away she went
Into existence, for the first time
healing, she knows is for the best.
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