Losing the Fight

July 16, 2009
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She wandered on a simple path
Not knowing where to go
When suddenly she realized
She had nothing to show

She looked up at the shining night
And envied the twinkling stars
Tried to hold them in her hands
And received eternal scars

The moon was full and pregnant
Centered in the sky
But also far too heavy
For the lonely child

The girl fell back upon the grass
And wept silk tears of dew
Then picked up and kept walking
On her old path, worn and true

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