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She hadn't seen it before
But she can see it it now
How could she have missed it
In this black place
Surely it was there before
It's high up the wall
And she's still only small
She can climb
Scale the walls
The dry brick
With her bare hands and feet
She keeps falling
But she knows it's worth it
The cuts and bruises
They'll pay off this time
She can love this pain
It's her way out
And she's climbing higher
She's stronger
With every fall
She gets more confident
She's the master of
This wall
She's made it
She can see through it now
It's dusty
But she can see the day
The light
Her perspective has changed
The window

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Comments
Fantastic poetry, many walls to come and to many to leave behind.
Thank you
You've made it.
Nothing like perseverance.
Keep moving forward.. Life is always moving forward.
I appreciate the read GirlOnABike
Thanks man