Her Personal Bouquet of Life

She doesn’t sleep well through the dark hours,

Drifting from thought to thought, obsessing,

Stress highlighting the efforts that fall on unfruitful ears,

Never believing it’s enough, finding it’s horribly distressing.

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The wispy hours of the morning dawns,

As her exhaustion encumbers her mood,

Bright eyed and bushy tailed, no sir!

Instead she covets the joy her worries elude.

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The constant battles she fights on a nightly basis,

Twisting and turning the plots through her mind,

Nightmares, oh, she wishes but instead she faces reality,

Thrashing out ‘what ifs’ consistently resigned.

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Valleys of torment trundle the pathways,

Skipping the miscommunication in great detail,

She remembers the failures of yesteryear,

Succumbing to the memories on every tortuous exhale.

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Seldom does she celebrate the upside of life,

Struggling to welcome the falsity of it all,

Straining against the misperception of her beliefs,

Tumbling into the abyss as she continues to fall.

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She’s terrified of the notion of being unveiled,

A star in the making of each and every failing strength,

The blanketing of the near future distorting,

As she hides in the shadows absorbing their length.

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Eyeing the pristine landscape of others that stand,

A golden goddess luxuriating in the warming sunlight,

Eyes closed to the common possibilities,

Another day to wander before the darkening night.

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Feelings boxed into action behind closed doors,

Suffocating the joy that attempts to roam her through her veins,

Warning sirens bellow off into the distance,

Leaving her wallowing in her distress and pains.

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A hand is offered as she lays crumpled in sorrow,

Lifting her to higher esteem as a stranger witnesses her light,

Carrying her to a brighter future than the one she imagines,

One where she can relax and leave behind the fight.

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For the first time she awoke with a smile gracing her face,

Sated from the rare full night of blessed sleep,

She stretches her goddess like happiness in sheer awe,

And wanders the disbelief that has always sunken so deep.

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One day of glorious redefinition will soon be forgotten,

Unless she can hover within its beams the norm,

Sinking back into her downcast territory,

Fighting her battles as they once more reform.

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Slumbering dangerously within her secret depths,

Her insecurities take control in furious debate,

The light has shone upon her disturbances,

Highlighting all the ridiculousness she hides with hate.

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Frozen with fear that flows gregariously,

Smothering her dreams into wild disarray,

Leaving tomorrow a deadbeat of hours to come,

A constant collection of worry, stress and fear, bound into a forever bouquet.

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