Once-
She was a dreamer.
With thoughts of faraway lands
And the fulfillment of destiny.

Once-
She was a scholar.
Absorbing every ounce of knowledge
In preparation for life’s plan.

Once-
She was a lover.
She knew the meaning of passion
And patience with another
Soul.

Once-
She was an artist.
Dancing in fields of color-
Inspiration was like the kiss of a lover.

Now-
She is another.
She lives in realities blinding beam-
She knows passion and burning love
Are often out of reach.
She knows the difference between loving another
And being in love.

Abbey Bouchard 2007

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