She is crying rivers, but the
tears won't solace her pain,
for her heart is broken into pieces,
to a degree beyond repair.
Each memory felt is,
a reflection of her scars,
which makes her cry more,
for she is a bird, with broken wings,
that can't fly through an open door.
She smiles for a moment, then
her grins fades away,
so she puts off everything
to cry another day.
She looks in the mirror
and sees her other self-image,
and says nothing's left for me,
beyond the next page;
She wakes away with despair, to her last tipping edge,
but realizes later that, life's just a game,
which is played on a stage.
Biting her tender lips, she then tells herself:
If this life, this drama, which is
filled with pain, joy, fear,
and laughter, is found on stage,
I am choosing, two and four; then,
she decided to find her youth,
and jumped to a New Age.
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Sometimes, no matter how much we might be broken down, our spirit lifts up in realization.