A Girl's Story. Pt.1
A dear girl stood amidst rocks of confusion and adversityA mixture so unlike her preconcocted notions that she would stand stunned for a moment
Stopped in a hallway or doorway, becoming some other sort of obstructive figure
A statue in place for a minute or two, catching only a glimpse of breath from her chest
And her eyes would dart and expand, capturing light as her mind seemed to muddle
She thought at first she was only afraid
Fearful of the things she did not know and so on and so forth
But she had explored this sort of mythology long before, testing for truth and faulty
She would not normally be the sort to crumple under the mere weight of her surroundings
So after contemplating and coming free of her reactions
She would sit for a moment on a broken sofa, set aside especially for her
It was floral and antique in the captured image of her imagination
Her elbow on a dusty arm, arranging her imbalance
She could sit for hours then, admiring her world through the eyes of an animal
Unsure and adoring
She would analyze and envision and slowly fall asleep after decades of no relief
But even awakening, or during impartial dreams
She continues to create idealogies to explain her insufficiency in this place
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