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She says – "There is beauty still,
In my mind, and in my heart and in my magic will.
Her hand supports her head. She hums.
"I'm free to breathe, and see and taste,
To lie, to waste".
Inside her head the rhythm drums.
And yet, and yet, she can't forget,
The sickly light, the throbbing sound,
Nowhere, neverwhere, up and down.
She turns, her torso tilts, another whisper, quiet –
"I'm so tired, this world, this blackness.
I've no more strength to fight it".
Another day, another way, she is, maybe, still holding.
But one by one the pieces fall, and the pages, one by one
She's folding.
And little boats become her friends,
And staring and falling as she walks.
And is that's what's waiting for her, this dreary end?
Living in a box?
It is not written, no yet, not still,
She finds her beauty, in her mind, and in her heart,
And in her magic will.
Who knows what is in store?
To love with every breath, and fade?
She holds her ripples, more and more,
She's pretending not to be afraid.
On the water the light is breaking,
And the sand is reflected in the sky.
She'll hold the side of the boat, shaking,
And maybe say – "today, I'll try".
*~*
I've wanted to write this for some time now - the first few lines were in my head for weeks.
Only just finished it now. I like the ending as it turned up.
She says – "There is beauty still,
In my mind, and in my heart and in my magic will.
Her hand supports her head. She hums.
"I'm free to breathe, and see and taste,
To lie, to waste".
Inside her head the rhythm drums.
And yet, and yet, she can't forget,
The sickly light, the throbbing sound,
Nowhere, neverwhere, up and down.
She turns, her torso tilts, another whisper, quiet –
"I'm so tired, this world, this blackness.
I've no more strength to fight it".
Another day, another way, she is, maybe, still holding.
But one by one the pieces fall, and the pages, one by one
She's folding.
And little boats become her friends,
And staring and falling as she walks.
And is that's what's waiting for her, this dreary end?
Living in a box?
It is not written, no yet, not still,
She finds her beauty, in her mind, and in her heart,
And in her magic will.
Who knows what is in store?
To love with every breath, and fade?
She holds her ripples, more and more,
She's pretending not to be afraid.
On the water the light is breaking,
And the sand is reflected in the sky.
She'll hold the side of the boat, shaking,
And maybe say – "today, I'll try".
*~*
I've wanted to write this for some time now - the first few lines were in my head for weeks.
Only just finished it now. I like the ending as it turned up.
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