Sweet tears of the child once lost
grace ghostly cheeks—
a suicidal soul now found.
Waxen hands clench
fists of delusional hate,
distraught by the alien idea
of love willingly given.
Such foreign concepts,
fancies of the foolishly simple—
but altogether warming,
and just a tad frightening.
Discovery of a mother,
a friend, a lover—
no end in sight,
no daunting horizon,
the killer of dreams.
Just the welcoming glow
of the life she’d been missing.
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