Beyond Reach
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When a child- I loved to play, jump and run,
with my big sister who was my best friend;
but, one snowy day she died on the road,
was gone forever and beyond my reach.
So, I folded my butterfly wings and dwelled,
within an imaginary world of my making;
and there I made up stories and wrote poems,
my pen dripped blood- my paper wet with tears.
And this is how it went for years and years,
though, I knew that I was loved by mom and dad;
and grandma- it was grandma who reached me,
from beyond reach and found a girl turned poet.
Even now that I am an adult ... when hurt,
I fold my butterfly wings and go beyond reach;
to dwell until I am healed again, again, and again,
but today- I flutter my wings with unfathomable
strength . . .
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December 27, 2022
Poetry/Verse/Beyond Reach
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1512-522-27
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Beyond Reach
sponsor, Mystic Rose Rose, Judged 12/30/2022
Sixth Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2022
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