far away storms
By Lia Low
from sleep, she arises, blinking softly,
she dances down deep stairs, taking free form,
thinking there's time before catastrophe.
her veil on reality is flimsy,
growing nearer with each step, waits a storm.
from sleep, she arises, blinking softly.
skipping to the kitchen, making coffee,
self-preservation is what she had sworn,
thinking there's time before catastrophe.
she believes she is safe, blankets woolly.
no tears from her dreams, it's cozy and warm.
from sleep, she arises, blinking softly.
the life she lives is far from a fairy-
tale, but under this spell she won't conform,
thinking there's time before catastrophe.
now, she does not know who she wants to be,
even if her heart tore, she can't transform.
from sleep, she arises, blinking softly,
thinking there's time before catastrophe.
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