Just your imagination, running you through mountaintops, rivers, valleys
Scenarios where your togetherness would seal over and close up your deep seated wounds
A perspective where the love you made would shake all the demons of despair from your heart and mind
An illusion where you, your broken -disillusioned, discarded self could be mended
A fantasy where all the ghosts of traumas past would finally be put to rest
You, her own keeper to scare all the boogiemen and vicious thoughts from suffocating and stamping out every thought of hope and fullness
She failed in the end – by thinking
Thinking she was enough
Thinking she somehow deserved what other damsels in distress deserved, not saving, but humanity
For she, was less than a damsel, so overlooked, saving wasn’t an option
She was incapable of dreams, fantasies, and by God, most definitely of love.
-MB
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