Written 3/3/22
She dreams of the stage at a 9 to 5
Dreams of characters a little more alive
Where diamond dust is swept into the eyes
A place where angels go to rest & hide
The computer clicks & shovels
Spent one too many decades inside a bubble
Days withering to meek & subtle
Between tear drops & the daily struggle
She knows she was meant for more than this
Meant for the cosmos to drip from her lips
In the universal, mind-craving bliss
Of singing in the starlight with golden wrists
Will she ever reach the place she craves?
Will she ever be content in her days?
Will her belly shrivel up & pass?
Will she become food for the grass?
Is her soul to remain in a forever fast?
Am I trapped?
Love always,
Chayle
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Outstanding work,