In the moonlight, she stood still
Facing the ghosts that haunted her...
Why? She wondered. Why now? Why me?
Every time she thought she was rid of them,
they came back to haunt her, to ridicule her.
Why did she always succumb to their taunts?
The more she tried to run and hide,
The less she succeeded.
Nowhere to run. And no one to run to...
When did this happen? and, what had happened?
She yearned for a glimpse of her old self...
All she saw was a broken spirit.
When did the sheepdog become the sheep -
Ready to follow, forgetting to lead?
Was her spirit really dead?
Or, merely asleep,
waiting like Aurora to be awakened?
Would she ever be herself again?
She wondered...
And tears streamed down her face.
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