“Crimson Falling”
By Clare Tompkins-Cook
Written 1.5.10
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-For Kaylee-

Sunflower pedals and nightingale songs hover through the air.

She lies in the grass, thinking and wishing, bearing only an empty stare.

Where should she go? What should she do? Sometimes she gets a plan.

But the next day it breaks, and she wishes she’d just opened her door and ran.

Ran far away to a place she could dance and not worry about the world.

Leap and sing, read and think, crimson hair flowing and curled.

She stares through the looking glass for days at a time, nobody sees just why.

Nobody knows when she’s hurting or screaming – her smile tells a lie.

A lie it tells, and a good one at that, her smile is like a star.

Stunning and bright, but not always there. Sometimes it seems so far.

She feels like two people, or stuck in between, leading an old and new life.

But keep going, my dear, you’ll see who you are. Don’t dwell on fear and strife.

The person I see is a radiant light, I hope you can see her too.

Jump for your life, don’t take a pause, if you’re breathing you are the real you.