Who wants to open a box when they already know what’s inside?

Gentle words

Coarse face

Broken heavy heart she carries

Place to place 

On her way to a distant land

Her helper takes the burden up

Sore knees

Red knuckles 

Bruised ego 

She places at the alter of her psyche

Every way she’s tried to fit their mold

Impossibly impossible

Their small minds conceived ill-shaped

Spaces to banish her from the word 

“Normal”

Never was it how she was described

Longing

So much longing

She tried

She tried

Her transparency 

Made her invisible

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