There she sits all alone.
Bathing in a pool
full of her many fears
And tainted by her distraught tears.
Closing her eyes
And sinking down,
Dragging in her last breath;
She thinks is this it, is this death?
Her mind begins to spin,
With screaming flashbacks
Of endless pain and fights.
And her eyes, they're looking for the light.
But it's to late,
She made her choice
And now she can't return,
Unless death sees her pleading spurns.
Death decides to turn it's way;
This girls life he saves.
Death took pity on those eyes
And saw her past deceiving guise.
She opens up her eyes
Letting the light stream in.
She swims powerful strides
That are yet such graceful glides.
Reaching the top,
Her lungs burn deep
AS she takes a breath
She thinks, no, it couldn't have been death.
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