Back in the corner up against the wall she sits at the table alone.
Shunned for her actions, discarded for her lies, life goes on around her.
She wants to reach out to say she’s sorry and she was wrong but the wall feels to tall.
The wall of anger and resentment, of intrusion and distrust and unstated hurt feelings
The table used to hold others and together they laughed about the world around them. But now her laughter feels forced, foreign to her own ears.
She tries to find something to grasp onto to stay above the water but the lifesaver seems to do nothing but bring the water higher.
Disapproval and judgment are thrown at her like darts at a board. So she continues to hide, to lie and live in her own world. Shutting out those that used to surround her but who now seem like strangers.
But she refuses to shut down. Grasping on to that sliver of hope she slowly takes a step forward longing for the brick to crumble in her fingers and for the wall to disappear.
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