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She held it inside
[it needs to break free]
These doubts in her mind
[Make it so hard to breathe]
So she fights the injustice
[Day after day]
Yeah she fights till the last light
[Turns the sky gray]

Then she asks herself
["What have I done?]
Why did I stay
[When I needed to run?]
It's too late now
[Even she realizes]
That the doorway to life
[Is full of surprises]

'Will I die before the door
[Or will I reach the end?]
I've walked so many miles
[I don't want to do it again']
No second chances
[She needs to break away]
So she leaves her second guesses
[Where she hopes they will stay]

Then takes another step
[She can barely reach the handle]
Her breathing becomes ragged
[Her body feeling hallow]
Only to find
[As she opens the door]
That she's starting to fall
[Right down to the floor]

It was like a bullet to her heart
[A pain she couldn't feel]
Her eyes flashed white
[As the world disappeared]
Only to wake up in bed
[Alarm clock going off]
She could the bus leaving
[The nearest bus stop]

She feels her body
[Afraid she's not whole]
Only to laugh with relief
[When she feels in control]
Then she gets out of bed
[The suns shinning bright]
She feels so safe
[She feels so alive]

But when she turns to the door
[She feels afraid]
It may have been a dream
[But this was no game]
In life you often learn
[Just a little too late]
That the more that you run
[The more you live your fate]

So she takes a deep breathe
[Heads to the door]
Opens it up wide
[Like she had just before]
It's really no surprise
[That the world is so wide]
You could walk for forever
[But you know you can't find

Life anywhere else but home...]

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  • Soft rayne
    July 7, 2008

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    I like how this started, it really drew me in, I thought it might be good as song lyrics. The short lines made the reader read fast, which gave the reader a sense of what the person in the poem was going through.

    I was unsure what was meant by the following:
    She could the bus leaving
    [The nearest bus stop]
    she could what?

    also, I thought the poem was a little long, some ines could have been left out.

    Overall, Good job!


    • Cr187
      July 7, 2008
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      hahahhaaha, i meant 'hear the bus'

      ...yeah, it was long, but i couldn't find a good end to it...it just...kept coming out line after line, lol

      thanks