Hold my hand.

Hold my hand,come walk with me.

Let me take you to worlds unknown.

Where you can be all alone.

Free from the shackles,

where the skies have a brighter tone.

Where you won’t be used for one’s carnal desire.

Where you can burn them red.

Because you breathe fire.

Hold my hand and we shall land,

to a place you will finally understand.

You can laugh.

You can shout.

You can run.

You can open your wings and fly off to the horizon.

Where your life could be your’s,

not a soul to tell you otherwise.

Come walk with me,there is no stopping us now.

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Her world.

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They said she was the quiet type.

As she stood there quietly,hopelessly wishing

someone would listen to her scream.

Maybe she did have a language of her own,

a world of her own.

Where she could be chirpy and loud all the time,

where she could be a prankster,

where she could walk bare feet,

feeling the earth,

where the characters of her favorite book come alive,

where she could have a ball dance with her prince,

where she could pick up her bag and just

leave for some unknown far off place,

where she didn’t have to put the mask and pretend.

Maybe she wasn’t screaming to be rescued.

Maybe she was calling out to someone,

to join her in her world.