my heart stirs in my chest
as i watch her face
and my head aches at the sight of her
so unbroken on the outside
nothing but pieces of a long forgotten vase
hidden within
she is so strong
so unapologetic
because she's learned from her pain
to never again let them hurt her
pain is never a weakness
it is always, always a strength.
Music is so ancient.
It's so odd to think that
The sweet lilting of the flute,
Played through my speakers, read from a CD-
Could be so close to the sound of reed pipes!-
Played by children dancing in the forest.
Landslide
A song, by Fleetwood Mac.
Sung by Stevie Nicks.
The kind of song that evokes such nostalgia in me,
A kind of gentle pain for the memories of the past,
And a desire to embrace my future.
I long to travel:
Wanderlust tugs at my soul.
Maine screams my name,
The ocean calls for its siren far away.
Salem calls me,
Whispering tales of young girls lost to time.
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