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Alone isn't forever

Once upon a time.

There was girl all alone.

She ordered everything by phone.

All of her potted rose bushes stood in a perfect line.

In the middle of her living room grew a big fury pine.

She trembled everytime she opened the door.

She was not scared to be poor.

She was a writer afraid to explore.

Her books and keyboard were an escape.

Even so the stars still reminded her of hope.

Her books look like wall paper that surounded the room.

The dust has no time to scatter any gloom.

All the windows show off the sun light.

The candle is only used at night.

She typed at the keys until her hands went numb.

She could not write a single line.

A larger fear was beginning to form in her mind.

Her work without experience was blind.

She decided the voice of fear was dumb.

Small steps took her out to the mail box.

Out of the forest peered glowing eyes which made her scream.

Her fear went away after seeing it was just a fox.

Another day brought an email from a friend.

His family needed help on the Island.

A big storm blew their house away.

She bought a ticket and sailed on that day.

She helped them build a Victorian house yay.

She is becoming an amazing writer.

She is now able to brave any adventure.

The end.

poem by Lyda Mery
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