Wound Up


Coiled

tight

like an untidy spring

that was how it felt

inside

her head.

Just to relax

to let the sun penetrate

inside her

so wonderful

but scary

the thought of 

springing free,

unravelling,

if it all unravelled

she might never find

her way again.

If it all unravelled

she might never find

herself again.



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