Agoraphobia
The doves come to her
In the morning...
...They beckon her
To rise
And disregard
The endless warnings
That plague her
Deep inside...
The world's her oyster,
And it's waiting...
...How often she
Has cried
Because she can't
Build up the courage
To leave her woes
Behind...
The doves come to her
In the morning...
...Perhaps today
She'll run
From out
The front door,
Down to the
Meadow
Where a man walks
In the sun...
...She's watched him
On so many seasons...
...He lives somewhere
Around...
...Inside this house
Where her parents
Died,
Her feelings are
Profound...
...And lucky May
Has Earl the grocer
Who brings her
Bread, and fruit...
Though there is
Something
She needs more, sir,
Then paper bags
Of food...
...Her heart hangs
Heavy, in the balance,
But she can't yet
Flee the coop...
The doves come to her
In the morning...
...They beckon her
To rise
And disregard
The endless warnings
That plague her
Deep inside...
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