She Will Re-Float. By CpSingleton © 2014
She used to want to be adored,
Jaws of everyone floored,
A fluorescent light in a cave.
The head turning, fire burning,
Fairy queen of enchanted lands.
Now it’s a mere memory stored.
Time was her soul’s degrader,
Took a nail in a cricket bat to her.
Whacked her senseless, tearfully defenceless,
To the cold bare floor-boards,
Like a cruel, murderous invader.
She tried to get back to her feet,
To deny the frozen cold defeat.
It was another matter of her pride that
Left her writhing in the dark of night
With no hands out for her to greet.
That withering, deflated ballon
Will stretch and float again.
She wasn’t born to be a pin cushion
She knew she had to keep on pushing.
To be that flower the world holds high.
To make the gods sigh and young men cry and
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