thought i knew
the ways of living
thought i had
the road all mapped out
thought i was smart
and knew the steps
but here i am
at the end of the path
and the moon is closed
and the sun blind
and all i can feel is rain
was it all worth it?
do these scars tell the tale
or are they a puzzle
to decipher just who i am
was
could be
should have been?
there are no tears
on this side of the street
just a breath
drifting in the wind
listen
listen
listen to
the fading
of one woman
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