#PoemAdayFeb
#3rd Prompt - Beginning
For the longest time,
She looked at life through a petty window,
And all she saw were sundowns, one after the another,
The kind of sundowns that are reminiscent of grief, desolation and everything in between,
The kind that are all about the so loudly naked absence of their dawn,
And it took her an aching bunch of those to begin to admit,
That she still Had the power,
to fuel her sun to fire without setting herself ablaze,
to choose the color palatte for her sunrise every single day,
Her very own power, that she had slid in her back pocket long ago in a hope to one day forget all about it...
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