Cursed, confined
Crippled outside
She reaches out
Releases butterflies
A darker corner to be
No, to hide
Begins to slowly
So slowly subside
As light creeps in
To let her confide
A changeling day
Locked within six weeks
Out from the bottle
She quietly creeps
And as her God
Gently
Opens her hand
She gets up slowly
And letting go
Begins to stand
© 2008 skully
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