Ashamed of her testimony/
but who said she had to/ she says ashes and dust are what's left/
she feels bogarded with guilts' stares because remnants of past sins keep her locked in/ boxed in/
she sees no escape route/
no friends around so/ there's no one around to pull her out/
comfort her/ then push her out/
but even there she's scared/
outside that nice little shell/ that one little space that fits just right/ so snug in a place whose grip's so tight it sucks the very life/
she's literally dying to live/
caught up in a dream that's become her lie/ her secret lie/ her lullaby/
her ruins/ she's justified them/ nurtured them/ clenched tight to the vice that's sifting her every breath away/ times two never meant a thing to her because/ round one was simply the norm for her/
disfunction overruns dismay as sorrow out runs subjection/ and even though they're running/ she never saw them coming/
believing in a dream that was built on lies/ she sings her goodbyes/
forced out of the very lives her womanhood birthed/ destitute she sits/
tears filled empty palms/ because nothing's left/
she already gave her best/ the best good in her/ the best bad in her/ all of her/
now gone from her because she deposited it all in this "world" of hers/
now out of that world into one so unfamiliar/ so opinionated/ so unforgiving/
a world that won't reveal to you that there's a third world because it's in competition with that world/ what world?/ who's world?/
can you imagine?/ she's just been banished from one world/ her world/
so confusion sets in/ standing stagnant in the midst of contrasting world's she spots a face/ a very familiar face/ she reaches out to touch it/ to see if it's a real face/ and as she stretches farther for it, it begins to gravitate toward her/
force field between three worlds begin to form/
as her foundation begins to crumble her footing has been shattered beneath her/ she knows she must move fast/ jump fast/ react fast/ and into the grasp of a familiar hand with a familiar touch gently guides her into it's world/
with fear mixed hope she looks up to see that same familiar face/
she begins to weep/
looking into a face that looks like hers/ smiles like hers/ accepts like hers/ desires like hers/ forgives like hers/
yet/
she's not even sure how to receive this view/ doesn't know how to bask in the warmth of these serene cradled arms/ perplexed with the similarity she sees/ can't cope/ because/
it's her face she sees...
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