“Woman”, is a suffocating word in her dictionary
Always approach them in weary
Another phase, another elegiac memory
She opened her baggage, though it was so teary.
Trying to build a “might be” good story.
A warm light is coming
Comforting and mesmerizing
To let her life a new beginning
As she’s starting, she’s stumbling
On the compassionate illusion, she’s trembling for the ending.
She is a soloist,
Her vision wrapped in mist.
Playing broken tunes with her clenched-up fist,
No longer waiting for a promised gift.
NAME (PSEUDONYM) : Sea Fortress
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