Poetry

Absences 

She felt trapped again, not knowing what path to take. 

It was like something had just clipped the wings she was finally able to grow; her escape plan from this dreadful world. So far from her safe zone, the anxiousness creeps in slowly, pushing in the unlocked gates of her paradise. 

Surely her angels will come rescue her from all this; but today just seems to be the beginning to the end of her euphoric substance that filled her soul….

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