distortion winds its way
through lying words
into our everyday

immobilized 
and knowing you can’t leave
with all that time to grieve

It sort of gives one pause:
The blows that come
From those who love the cause

Back from the shadows lost
Beyond both price and cost
Lacking rancor

Polka dot wishes come
And spirits hum
But we’ve got enough time…

past what she seems
the lasting joy she finds
in stories and in dreams

Come look into the fall
Of one who dared
To show someone she cared