With Sharp Jolts
Flashes of enlightenment

Illuminated every aspect

Of what was most frightening

When her life boomed like thunder.

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Right as the sky’s of her head

With gray, swollen, thick clouds,

Were the least suitable in truth

For silver lined mental states.

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There her selective connections

Tended to quickly cover

Long distances into the future

With pure far reaching honesty.

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Still forever became those

Pieces she likely strung together

Of fallacy, and memorable fancy,

And pain, and perseverance.

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Because time had continued

Awakening her with sharp jolts,

While her cycles took her

Through many temporary extremes.

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Where with dire determination

Each act was an accomplishment

That might not have been

Without her finding her courage.

Ria 2016

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