time after time


piece by piece
she had gathered herself
only to be destroyed again
by the raging storm.
she was held prisoner 
in the depths of her mind 
with the chains of her own thoughts.

shattered on the ground
she thought about
letting it go
of laying still -
and wait to wither away.

she'd fought back earlier
and she could this time, too
IF she wanted, 
a feeble voice whispered in her ear
or she could just 
disappear into nothingness.
each raging storm made her stronger
but made her more susceptible each time, as well.
easy to break,
easy to manipulate and destroy.








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