Once Upon a Time

Once upon a time, a young girl sat up high
In a tower of her own making

Built on a foundation of heartbreak

Precariously standing tall

Praying for stability

Held together with the hopes and dreams 

of the life she wants


She sits in the window

The patchwork world spread at her feet

The divots

The peaks

The scars of all the lives lived on the surface


Her tower on the hill separates her

Puts her high above the world

Clouds and birds passing the windows she gazes from

Nothing to break the strings connecting her to the earth

Roots digging deep into the black dirt of her homeplace


But her dreams fuel her fire

A yearning for something beyond the stone structure that’s built her

A love for every cracked stone filled with hope for the future

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