A Hearts Mind
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Her first book was at the age of four
When she finished she ran through the door
Couldn’t wait to show you her book
Starting the memory that you didn’t look
In school, she scribbled notes that would rhyme
To you, it was a childish crime
Graduated with a degree in Nursing
All with her hearts mind cursing
Many years passed with a poetic hobby
Blurred words leaving her mind foggy
Wide awake, alone and thinking
Her mind, to you, forever sinking
She lays awake in the dead of night
Listening to her hearts mind fight
This life she leads, stitched on her sleeve
Waiting for her time to succeed
Her poetry scribbled line after line
Knowing each verse following each rhyme
Poe, Hawthorne, Orwell and Twain
Were the ones that kept her sane?
These writers were of the weirdest sort
The drinks they drank and the drugs they’d snort
Why couldn’t she write as writers did?
Expressing her mind, again as a kid
Maybe now is the time she could write her book
And then like the men, the whole world would look!
Though, in the morning she was found still and at peace
Scattered blank pages of a hearts mind deceased