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
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