Struggle In Her Eyes
It was the struggle in her eyes
That frayed the delicate line she followed on her journey through life.
When her line snapped, all she saw in front of her
Were the memories intertwined in disastrous struggle.
Paralyzed she saw no way out of the elaborate forest of shock.
Sneaking thorough the strange web of memories that started
To dissipate into the leaves making it hard to see
Those moments I hold on to.
I saw my life quiver in a way that I sensed a surprising
Leap to bravery where I could kiss the perfect extreme of
a serendipitous life.
Copyright © Cheyenne Provence | Year Posted 2018
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