reconcile

I took the word of the day and made a poem

She is trying to reconcile her life

But bile rises in her mouth

She is nervous as she walks this mile

to her old life

She sees her old home

Her mind began to pile

On how to reconcile her life 

Her house has faded

Her lip have began to chap

From the sharp needles 

called cold wind

She stops at the steps 

And takes in this faded scene

Her faded house looks sad

As the color is slowly slipping away

Now she must reconcile her faded house

Yet there is something else on her obtuse mind 

She misses her institute

She wants to return 

Yet they set her free

They gave her a chance 

to embrace this new life

She feel as she is on 

A unstable ride of life

She tries to steady herself

Yet she can't embrace the ledge 

Of her life 

Because she is not yet ready 

to reconcile her life

Author's Note

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