"Once Upon a Moonlit walk,"
I could not find someone to talk,
So from within,
I found a voice,
But in the end,
A Wiser choice,
To look for one Elsewhere,
Not a shadow hit the ground,
Upon the path that I had found,
I hummed a tune,
And made small talk,
I laughed, and focused on the walk,
To think of anywhere but Here,
My road is dark, confusing and long,
And the Silence screams of all my wrongs,
Death, Destruction,
Rage and Fire,
Were things of past
I did desire,
It's best to leave them There.
So as I walk towards The Dawn,
All Shadows and Regrets are gone,
A smile, & laugh
have replaced my Tears,
There's no more Pain, or Guilt or Fear,
I'm finally here...
by Tiffanee Griffiths, 2010
*poem accompanies every Print*
The Dancer herself is withdrawn, ghosted, with no “Self”, Visible only by the dress she wears and the style of her hair. In a World that is all about Accessories... those of us that cannot fit in, go unseen” Tiffanee Griffiths 2010 post~breaks
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