Rising. Poem by Clare Murgor

Rising.

The sun set each day
But underneath it a silent cry
Hoping to get away
Away from a sadistic world
Away from all the awful demeanor around

If she would, , she'd run away
Waves were coming her way with rage
Only was she tied to a chair of her emotions
A chair full of disappointments
A chair entailing her fears
No one could see her...
No one could hear her...
The waves were getting closer
She fell off, broke loose
Free to face the world...

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