Ghost Walking

Ghost Walking

She got more beautiful
the less she cared.
She got calmer
with every scare.
She stopped wanting
after going without
.
She stopped looking for doors,
there was no way out.
She stopped fighting,
she was never going to win.
She conceded
so life could begin.
She found peace
 with ambivalence,
the world had made her this.
No more tears
,
they used to flow
But she’s a ghost now.
She’s let it go.

 

 

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