Cages
Fashioned to hold the unique
One for the 5 year old missing her mother
Another for the optimist
And yet one more for the faithless
Locked tight with keys to guard against the abyss
But the line fell and the abyss stepped in
Wreaking cages, letting in chaos
The girl, the abyss wrangled and tangled
Became a free, worn thing
Not quite whole and far more so
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