And what was in the forest?
It was whatever she needed,
Someone who'll be there
for her when no one else wanted to be.
Someone who's like her mother, but
is not her mother-
a non-smoker, a non-harasser.
Some to step in as
a reflection when the
person staring back at
me in the mirror wants a day off.
And what was in the forest?
It was whatever she wanted
it to be.
Her confidence,
Attached to her backbone-
A friendship that has unlikely
could have been dreamed up.
Wished for.
Her spirit is safe inside a bottle;
a message
that's personalized for
whoever finds it.
Herself, her true self.
the person she used
to be before
she became broken.
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