Alpha and Omega
I am Alpha and Omega
The beginning
The end
Eloquent, as her words share the breath of life and color
A penchant to live
To survive
Maybe to laugh
Probably love
She suffers in confusion
Thrives in the light
Burns in the darkness
Misanthrope one day
Gregarious on the other
Ephemeral moments
Cannot remember the past
Reflects on the traumatic times
Florid masterpieces - Loves to think
Prosaic words - Hates to understand
Hides a greater meaning
She is mercurial at best
Lost and found
Stuck to the ground
Start to finish
She cannot win this
She struggles every step of the way…
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