concentric

she lives inside a shell

cut off from land, sea and water.

dried up and left

shriveled

brown and turned

crumpled  like a fallen leaf

bouncing aimlessly

tossed carried through

dry air.

dead ended, backed up

and bumping

right back into

her reflection.

someone needs to open

a window

and let the world back in.

bent over,

one hand on a chair.

breathe in

watch the color change.

life begins again

roots itself

hope returns

she starts over.

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