BY CAROLE NICHOLS
she walks along the pitted path,
cautiously now, and very quiet,
searching distant memories.
seems so long ago,
she was fancy free,
filled with endless hopes and dreams;
believing in magic, in herself,
making her plans for tomorrow,
where is she now, where has she gone?
is she buried beneath
the cold snows of time;
or merely stuck in life's tar pits?
somewhere in this bitter woman,
a child stands crying in pain,
she seeks but cannot find her.
somewhere deep in her soul,
trapped on a reckless carousel,
her memory screams in anger.
somewhere in her lonely heart,
the woman searches for herself,
wanting to find where she is.
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