Boston Anne

February 8, 2018

Brought together by dead distance

I saw her for the first time

Red stained deep in her bones

I gave her wandering soul a home

Now, with light shining through the darkness

She is free to bury her skeletons

But fits of rage and fury

Still slip through the cracks of her mind

Others only see her red hot anger

But I know that beneath her cries

It is tainted trust and shattered hope

That is reflected in her eyes

So it is my promise to her

That she will always be safe with me

When her past comes back to haunt her present

And nightmares creep into her dreams

I will be there to hold her, hug her

Until her final whimper recedes

Because Boston Anne is so much more

Than what the world made her out to be

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