tattered

denied denied
in bonds far
from a happy
modern life.

my brave face
is getting wrinkles
where it shouldn’t.

plucking grey hairs
before saying goodbye
to my twenties.

tried it all.
medicine.
meditation.
apathy even.

that frightened little girl
in a tattered dress
standing on the side of the road

is me.

and were i to
exorcise her.
i just might cease to be.

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