ripped from a tree
swept across town
no roots to tie her down
only a genetic link to her birth
she might be found by an artist
incorporated into a collage
or pressed between pages
sealed in resin with beauty intact
like Snow White, after she bit the apple,
left to sleep until true love found her
or perhaps like Cinderella in her fairytale
used and abused until a prince found her
cut from her foundation at an early age
distrustful and fearful
hording for future misfortune
isolated but self-sufficient
overcoming what life has to offer
trusting in a greater power
daring to believe
there is a place
to call home.
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