HER WANDERING SOUL
Like a cloud before the storm
she drifted
a quiet chaos behind her eyes
a restless wind inside her chest.
She had lived fast
chasing luxury
saying yes to everything
except herself.
One pocket to another
she moved
digging holes to fill others
never noticing she was sinking.
Now her young soul wanders
chased by the storm she once fed.
She regrets being born
forgetting she once made the sun
feel small beside her light
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