A Young girl walking down a white path,
tepid darkness engulfing her.
On each side doors that open and close,
Little whispers speak and yell,
To her only a low buzzz,
At the end a shadow filled with desperation
Wind brushes across her skin,
A Young girl is suddenly grown.
But the shadow at the end still stands,
Shields cover her peripheral view,
One foot in front of the other.
Shadow cries for attachment,
Woman desires nurture with trust.
Trust in path continuing to have doors,
And having a shadow that follows.
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