Better Days

Posted on February 15, 2013

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Hands clasped she prays
Asking for better days
Even though she doesn’t believe
She’s praying hard for a reprieve

Days go by and still she’s here
With her deepest darkest fear
So very alone, she carries it forever
Hoping her prayers answered, fears severed

For there’s much she wants to do
On land and ocean blue
She just needs a chance to break free
So she can live as was meant to be

But memories her prison
They won’t let her go, cloud her vision
Her pathways always blocked
Doors seemingly locked

But hands clasped she prays
Asking for better days
Even though she doesn’t believe
She’s praying hard for a reprieve

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Posted in: Poetry