Given a blank canvas,
there was nowhere for her to go.
So she froze
like a hose in winter.
Un – able
or un-willing...
to push it
her ice still chilling...
the potential to surpass
her preconceptions
not facing the promise
but overboard
for a false anchor
gradually sinking
she succumbed
to the mundane
the daily
the more common
the slack
a racked back
she cried out
too late for
the fates
of yesterday.
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