Mental state
Trapped
Between the lines
A fortified strap
Strings, wires
Solicitor of virtues
Condemned to solitude
Her distressful serenity
A shelter,
Is way too far from reality
Distant space
Within the lines,
she creates
Home,
Being a mental state
Belonging to a torn page
Of a lost diary.
Midst the hurricane,
she would gaze
Preaches for sending light
A projection?
Merely
But it is the one energy she can inhale
To bypass the daily darkness
Nurturing all surroundings
Holding off, self-tamed
Tolerance;
Sometimes fades
Gracefully back to the hiding
That favored space
A Mental state, she had acquired
Where a dose of tolerance,
She re-creates
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