The stare

The shattered peonies sit and stare
All around thoughts are bare
In trance-like state
She moves through the air
She sits
She wonders
She feels so scared.

Up through the storm
The mind twirls with such hunger
It gives her strength
It gives her no slumber
She can’t face the task
She can’t fall under
So she sits
So she wonders
So she refuses the glare
She picks up her feet, she brushes her hair
And on through the light, in life she does dare.

Peony

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