Slightly wilted, weathered
weeping, longing for just a glimpse,
the smallest, fragmented ray of sunshine.
A sparkle of hope.
Mistake me not
for a creature of bravery.
Dejectedly I turn
to once again cower
in the all too familiar shadows.
Caught in your neatly woven web of lies,
wearing my heart on my sleeve.
The colors of joy blending
with the greens and browns of contentment,
to create the grey and black of misery and despair.
We watched the seagull's feathers change hues against the rising sun.
We heard the mindless chatter of waves crashing against the shore.
Not a word do we speak to mar this dreamland.
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