Stepping-stones


Stepping-stones to the Moon
She would have rather had the Sun
Stepping-stones to hope
She didn’t have this happiness
It could be injected
The Doctor told her
Pick an emotion, any emotion
They all came in bottles
She saw hope’s barcode
She could use a bit of that liquid
It was bright pink inside clear glass
She wondered how much it would take for hope to last
Her heart leapt when she finally chose one
She was planning to die into herself with hope’s overdose
She didn’t think she was going to make it anyway
So she made hope a wild thing to be chased
A state of mind
A million and more broken women to be turned into masterpieces
She told the Doctor forget it
I think I’ll use my own emotions
My heart may be broken
But at least I’m still smiling
My emotions may be all over the place
But at least I’m starting with understanding to find peace
To find my stepping-stones to the Moon
So I could finally see the Sun once again

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