Ahead there is a light, a distant vision.
A hope that there is a future.
But there is no right now.
It's fading again. Hopeless.
A tree reaching for the stars
but cut down before it can touch the sky.
A little girl staring at the world
imagining leaving an impression
but instead the world marks her
as not good enough, never good enough.
Luck has frowned on her
and left her bleed hope
Brilliant red
turns to crusty brown
as she lies on the cold, frozen ground
and watches as the roots of a tree
drain her dry of her life force.
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