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Rambles
Here I am
Here and now
Pushed aside by busy bodies
Knocked around by shoulders and elbows
Fighting the urge to run away
All alone I face the day
No one to guide me
I walk alone
Looking to rest my aching bones
Born into fire, I was a child made of ice
Always alternating between wrong and right
Blue eyes reflect the way I feel
With each day seeming more surreal
A liars smile on my lips
Thimbles hiding my fingertips
Collateral damage dressed in black
With a hot iron spine for an unbreakable back
barefoot and cautious I walk on glass
Through thin walls and shadows I pass
Hearing things I don't want to hear
Sensing danger before it is near
Fighting the urge to run away
All by myself I face the day
As I walk into the forest dark and deep
I search for a place of peaceful sleep
Dry leaves crunch beneath my feet
The scent of winter, bitter sweet
Frost has set upon the ground
And there isn’t a person to be found
A crystallized chorus of ice sickles clang
Like transparent bars on a jail cell, they hang
A watercolor sky now grows dark
On a star lit journey I embark
Through canyons, lost mountains, and forests I roam
At a small wooden cabin, I am finally home
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