Poetry

Soothing

Sitting on her bed staring at the sky, conjuring up hope to keep it together

Sitting on the bed looking up to ABBA, longing for a pat on the back

Can you hear me, my deepest thoughts, she wonders, can you tell what’s working me up

The soothing sound of the wind, the gentle breeze a sign of possibility.

I’ll be okay for You ABBA, I will try

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