It was December, Outside throbbed with winter.
Feeling the pulse of the gray-blue skies.
She felt a tug.
Every leaf that had fallen off it's twigs and danced by in the wind.
The harsh steel walls seemed never to be able to be home to anyone.
Oh, how she yearned to live and be away from the confining rules of breathing.
And a silence came as long as some lives.
Stumbling in her wake , she thought she would fall over
Because demons seized her in her nightmares.
Having to protect her soul with tucked-in knees and folded arms
But her heart? where was her heart?
And it's pouring again, whats with all the rain?
Eyes the same color as the sky.
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Written December 14th, 2005
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