Looking out through her window
Counting all the spirits left without a soul.
She grasped on to her unknown dreams.
Then froze before she screamed.
What had become of her unstoppable fears.
She faced them is what appears.
Now staring out into space,
She grew one fearless face.
Out into the open she grew,
A joker card she drew.
Carrying it in her pocket for fate,
Lost in the nightmare, she would wait.
Running back to where she felt whole.
A fearful price, to let go.
The illusion of life was hers to grasp in her hands.
Slipping into the dream she wanted but could never understand.
Afraid of justice, a slip of the hands.
©terrylin53
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