She awoke with
a conviction,
fed by a yearning,
that in time
fed by a yearning,
that in time
everything would change,
the world would reverse,
the nightmares
would stop.
A yearning that in time
the night would welcome back
its restless child, trapped by day,
for neither world held solace.
That in time
the pain would end
and her waking nightmares
would stop walking.
A conviction,
fed by a yearning,
that in time
she would become...
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