one hundred-fourteen.

visit her.

i miss the days when she used to
genuinely smile and lovingly
give hugs to people she loved because

she knew Love and never wanted to let go.

i miss the days when her tears were strictly for
joy, very seldom were they shedding for the release

of sadness and pain - fears and disdain but for cleansing

and liberation and embracing peace, within.

i miss the days when she would wake up with purpose

ready to own the day with her steps ordered by her new Ruler

and Lover and Leader of truth that kept her chin elevated and

her eyes on what matters most in life.

i miss the days when she would be accompanied by laughter and

triumph would never go a day without greeting her and telling her

hello, that she would eventually be placed in a cube of success

because she was obedient and had much respect.

i miss the days when she was really she and

when incomplete did not have a home in her heart.

i miss the days when her mindset was set on a high altitude

and it was untouchable and unchangeable -

she wants to know, desperately, how to stop missing those days

and

if they will ever visit her again

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