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
July 10, 2016 at 9:22 am
simple, but beautiful.
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July 10, 2016 at 9:53 am
Thank you 🙂
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