lacking in stride,
weakness in her steps.
heart not in place,
she puts herself out there.
shivering in the sun,
in the rain to dry.
waiting in vain,
for the should be sun,
right after the rainbow.
the grey skies,
they seem, all but ending.
laughing at her fragility,
in the sinking moments,
her path has taken her to _ .
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