Tuesday, May 21, 2013


I grieve for who she was,
and cry for who she is.
I fear for who and what she becomes;
tangled, tangled, web
done and undone,
patchwork quilt
of year after year,
step after step
never, ever, good enough:
to light up the sky
with all her goodbyes,
to the girl, she once was.

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