Thursday, January 18, 2018

Day 18.

Unrest.

Stoic
Stony face
Steeled to the chaos around her
Emotions long ago discarded as superfluous relics of another life.

Fighting
Frenzied decisions
Feel around hopelessly in the dark,
Searching for a way out, praying to be chosen.

Trapped
Tearful expectations
Turn sour after years of being relegated
To the back row of importance.

Still
Staring eyes
Squarely penetrating through walls
And 1,000 miles of air to focus on a dot in the middle of nothingness.
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