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|By Request|
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For kayamoonbeam.

kayamoonbeam

What is this desperate clinging –
this tarnished noone out of step?
what is she hiding inside
when she puts up her walls, inept?
Perhaps her sheepish smile
and flashing glares
will bring out the “girl inside”
and house this menacing bear.

.or not.

But I’ve seen her shimmering
and the light through the holes –
she’s wading through her own tears
grabbing for a hand-hold.
Even the light shining above her head
sometimes dims to reveal her inner-death.
Laughing only moves the dirt
covering the wounds that steal breath.

kayamoonbeam, raise up your head –
see the luminance of your aura
but don’t let it blind you.
Tomorrow will bring happiness
And the angels will find you.

©2003 Joe Jenkins