She left the door to her heart open,
welcoming visitors and guests to stay,
but an angry southern wind rushed in
dashing 'round the house
knocking over stacks of feelings
and buckets of tears.
She cowered in the corner
Waiting for the wind to finish rustling through her thoughts,
Flipping over wishes
Smashing dreams
Revealing an ugly, brutal
truth.
Just as the wind came in
away it blows,
leaving a massive, interwoven mess.
She peeped around the corner
checking for any slight rustle
from a friendly creature.
One candle stayed alight,
hoping to catch her wavering, watering gaze,
and guide her back to a small window
into the deepest part of herself,
where, stowed willy nilly,
small reminders of herself lay
shining and golden.
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