If It Were Up To Her...

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P O E T R Y  # 1

If it were up to her,
she would let lose at every dawn.

If it were up to her,
she would live alongside the sun.

If it were up to her,
she would scream at the top of her lungs,
so loud that the pine trees start to shiver,
so freed that the ground underneath cracks.

If it were up to her,
she would recover for the rest of the day,
until the dusk creeps in.

If it were up to her,
she would rest as the bubble gum sky elopes the sun,
as she also awaits for the moon and the longing she-wolf.

If it were up to her,
she would lay there in the open,
unbothered by the howling of the beast next to her.

If it were up to her,
she would close her eyes in peace,
the pitch black evening with starless sky is forgiven by her
as she draws her sight to the light show down under,
from the town she has spent decades living in.

If it were up to her,
she would ponder upon how many lives she has lived within the years she's been alive,
and figure out if it's all been worth it,
as the she-wolf bids her goodbye.

Unfortunately,
it was never up to her.
It's always been up to the expectations, the guilts, the hinges
people hook on her skin.
It's always been up to the what if's, should've's, could've's, would've's.
The longing she-wolf never really existed.

It was just her,
longing for a second or two,
to pause,
to breathe,
to think
has it all been worth it to keep moving forward?

p.s. here is a picture of the she-wolf, being happy.

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