Her First 'Wrong'

Questioning Herself

Bright flashes across the sky,

She hid,

Covering her ears,

Shutting it all out.

Closing her eyes,

She breathed,


Then out.


She'd just say,

"Things are going to be okay."

But did she believe?

In herself?

In who she was?

In who she wanted to be?

Was she ready,

To give herself,

To blind hope?

No, I'm not.

She failed.

The End

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