The Girl Made of Clay

For too many years, her life was a room,
no windows to see through, just a door
that was barred, and the flowers were dreams
and the fields were all barren ’til she learned
that the key was hidden within.

Then she opened the door, but no sunlight
was there, just one great big circle
back to where she had been, She learned
that the flowers could not grow without sun,
That brief taste of freedom was only a game.

She sat in the corner, the key cast aside,
Slow silver tears fell from her eyes,
and her heart would have shattered
from sorrow and pain, but for the door
that she locked tight again.


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