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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