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Poetry A Long Way Up

The World Between the Words
She spent a good long time just staring at the dirt
and when she looked in the mirror at first
all she saw was the stain
it remains to be seen
just how clean she'll be
Now she stands on the shore with cuts and bruises on her knees
She spent a good long time just scrubbing at the stain
and the pain from the scrubbing remained
All she saw was the bottom
of the rotten little sink
and there she stood just balanced on the brink
thinking that she was insane
Now she stands on the shore
With the salt wind calling her name
She said "it's a long way up from a long way down
Can't stand in the middle anymore
I tried to forgive and I tried to repent
because I can't stand the fighting anymore"
She spent a good long time just trying to be free
and everybody that she knew
faded in the distance of time and burning bridges
and everything that was untrue
Now she stands by the sea
With the cold salt water at her knees
She says "it's a long way up from a long way down
Won't stand in the middle anymore
I tried to forgive and I tried to repent
Because I can't stand the fighting anymore."
 

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