every night she woke up and looked into the 

dark

hoping for someone to look back at 

her. 

she raised her hand to her face, her

hand came back wet

she thought to herself, "Am I 

crying?"

Then she closed her eyes, weeping 

herself to sleep, 

a mournful lullaby. 

every day she mindlessly had

knowledge

pass through one ear and out the 

other. 

she was drowning in exhaustion.

she couldn't speak 

she cried out with no sound,

"give me my voice back!"

Only silence answered. 

She sat down shaking with

distress and sorrow.

an every dusk she stared at the 

sunset

feeling a sense of longing

she reached her hand to the sun

then her feet stumbled forward

                                                                          this caught her off guard.

Someone was pushing her forward,

telling her "to come find us"

she picked up her feet,

she started to run

she ran to the dusk,

searching for the magic in the twilight.