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Moms P.O.V
My little girl, voice choked by misty clouds filling her eyes, I, shocked, stalled, secondary took over; a blow of anger though beneath the veil I am heartbroken, Lacerations make of her, a lonely letter left behind by her, Exposed is the only aftermath a portray, hopelessness I hold, rough sky’s, how long can I stand through this downpour; separated, we take away through fog, calling for help I choke on an icy gust, melancholy nights as I wait, longing for hope, a clear sky, I grasp at tangents floating by, wishing my little girl was okay, warm, safe, and dry, though hurt and frail an umbrella I will be, windbreaker, a protector, spring flowers will grow.
Published 21st Jan 2018
| Edited 24th Jan 2018
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