she walks a tightrope
even in her dreams
or what once was and
could never be what
she wants again
the bridge of sighs shredding
before she can reach the end
all she has
all that's left to
cling to
not love maybe not even ambition
some combination of wishes
she tries to assemble
one precious strand at a time
fingers blistering from the effort
and angelic choir
singing her praises
admiring her courage
offering support
she's lacked in dreams before
still she falters on a mission
her copy clutched between her fingers
in the other hand as she climbs back up
is what she done acceptable
why does she do it
when she clearly has no authority to do so
who does she hope to impress
and when she wakes
does she see herself
as a better person
a dream of a dream
can she even be sure she is awake
or is it all just
threads of the same
unending dream from which we never wake
only come up into
some other aspect
perhaps better off this time
than the last time
people cheering her on
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