Some fall apart <br />too soon. <br /> <br /> <br />She is lost, <br />unable to be found <br />on any map. <br /> <br /> <br />Her pain is so deep <br />it has become contagious. <br /> <br /> <br />She will spend this morning <br />staring out the window, <br />counting all the miracles <br />in paradise. <br /> <br /> <br />In a previous life, <br />she was a sea creature, <br />drawing strength and power <br />from the salty depths <br />of the ocean. <br /> <br /> <br />Now, she is drowning <br />in the past, in a ceaseless <br />stream of spilt wine. <br /> <br /> <br />Her face is a dream <br />buried in shadow, <br />and her heart...<br /><br />David Kowalczyk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poem-for-a-balding-ballerina/
