Fourteen
People are walking,
Going somewhere
Free of me
Free and full of life
They are fragile butterflies,
but the ones who were lucky enough to fly out
the window
UNharmed
And unscathed
They walk out those looming
Glass doors
To a heaven of fresh air
And warm hugs.
To families
And friends who care
Who are leading separate lives,
Yet are connected.
I am connected
But I feel as is my connection
Has been severed,
And then taped back together by clumsy hands
And so I will wait for it to recreate itself
With time.
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