Grasping
It wasn't her face that she had hid,
it was all of her insecurities instead.
The feelings of worthlessness
made only worse
by the other thoughts within her head.
She had given and he had taken,
from shattered memories she'd fled
Down the hall and to the right,
Into the garden, into the night
Into the darkness, into the deep
Down into her soul, into it's keep
Cold and alone,
beaten but not broken
her silhouette clung to the coals around the fire
Friggs tears surround her, as she stepped onto the pyre.
Name of Contest: Be Inspired
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Date: 08/06/2020
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