Oh dear girl
with golden hair
you know how I remember,
moving furniture to block your door
and hanging bedspreads across your window.
How no one knew
what you were going through,
nor would they have believed you
had you told them.
But you were prey to those depraved
who hunted you without ceasing.
And mother wondered
why you ran away
instead of staying like she wanted.
But you had learned at such an early age
that she could not protect you.
So you learned how to protect yourself
through any method needed,
and you’ve gone through life
always letting go,
instead of finding love completed.
Now dear girl you’re growing old
and lamenting broken promises
and all those dreams you left behind
now return with renewed urgency.
What to do but drop the reins
and follow where they take you.
For if dreams still call
they are not dreams
but the destiny that awaits you.
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