Dutiful lies of pleasant illusion
Are real inside a minds isolation
Unconnected from this place
Beliefes hold firm in your space
Beautiful pain of a torn mind
Is life in its essence
As truth is to find.
Looking outwards and in
Trying hard to rationalise
Both. first I determine
Are somehow real
To me in here
Sorrowful flapping of a torn and tattered soul. Brushed under the carpet as imaginary. Denied for so long she never knew she could be whole. By just being the one who gives love. Seen as respect for all those above. Below and on a par. For those on her doorstep and those from afar. For she knew no one else could do it for her. So she saved herself, and so could everyone is what you should infer.
©wrennie
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