Wednesday, July 13, 2016


She looked tired
Like the nights of sleep had only taken away from her
Her eyes constantly red and puffy
The tears were always a fresh memory
And with each one another year fell from her
Her skin was no longer tan and buoyant 
She had turned pale and grey how 
How ill she looked
This woman had taken too much
The weight of the world flattened her
She had been too strong for too long
This was her great down fall
We all have one and this was hers'
But she was strong
She will prosper 
And she will return 
Better than before

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