My mind swims with thoughts
of her death
the struggle, the pain
years left unlived
she has forgotten how strong and how bright
she could unravel the days
with her songs and her laughter
she has forgotten the poems she wrote
faith that lifted her beyond mountains
words she believed
to live in darkened chairs
with no one to talk to but the demons
floating in her brain
© 2016, Rebecca Braun. All rights reserved.
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