Minister’s Daughter


Rare…

But there is possibility in limited reflection.

Burdens on the verge of fevered detention.

Shallow screams.

And,

spirits going bump in the night.

Occasional,  end trails in sight.

 

Beautiful impostors flare up.

Along the line of pretense.

And,

open a mythical gate.

 

Yet,

well wishing has been down this road more than once.

Walking in ill-fitting glass slippers.

Stepping into the abyss for a promise of more.

A minister’s daughter…

Who cannot find an open door.

 

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