The Window

On the edge,

She looked out the window,

Contemplating .

Just a few stories,


She would fall.

Like a firefly,

Swirling in the night,

She pondered the outcome.

Looking out the window,

She could picture the scene,

Brokenness surrounded her.

Locked tight,

The window,

She cries quietly to herself.

For life is but dreams,

Goals she must set,

Leave this emptiness behind.

Feeling cold, alone.

She closed up the drapes,

Walked away from the window.

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