There Are…

There Are…

 

There are …..windmills -rotating, gaining momentum with force ….these giants are forced..

to fight her with force         while      spinning     through   -her cerebral space… 

..    place

a smile on face because she does ..

resembling ……..                                  Quixote

she knows they          they dart through her dome..   swim when she’s alone in her skull.. through her head…  help! she SAID -in audible decibels, registering her voice..  but it was not -the noise 

She is trying to erase, trying to delete…  crying to find the right button on keypad.. 

she is -mad with effort..   but she can’t seem to pull a dry-erase

board in her brain..  she is bored in her brain … pulling 

her self from this lull…   she can’t yet

get these Tornadoes to stop turning in her torrent… 

She is more …..              -medicated -by your     ……Truths…

she needs more truth

but your truths haven’t yet 

met her…  

Get her …   you do… 

She will abuse as Abuse was let out to peruse

her shouts with care.. 

She will dare

to gamble her way out…  of this game…  

she hates where she was but knows that no game will get her out… 

She must observe..  each exhale.. 

She must see..  what it means to breathe.. 

inside she can not leave… 

she ducks deep when waves break.. 

she waits to escape…  but wonders what from.. 

She knows there are .. places.. 

There Are…