....she was tired
of feeling small
like a speck of sand
like a punctuation mark in a thousand page book
nothing wrong with feeling grand
with adventure
with remembering there is a fire somewhere in there
still kindling
even the smallest flame
to light the eyes that have fallen asleep
even in daylight
to illuminate a smile once so bright
incapable of apologizing now
now that she can see again
now that life has been placed back into her
she tried to stay invisible
to herself
...but she was so tired of the aching emptiness
she wrote it all down
all the x,y and z's
tore it into a thousand pieces
to throw away
tiny colors, like confetti.
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