The Wild

Her eyes were bloodshot,
Her hands were cold.
The battle she fought,
Her heart of gold.
Is it true that the world may have changed her perspective,
In her quiet hour she would be very reflective.
What was the loss? what was the gain?
Was it all real or had she gone insane?
Do you ever come back from the wild,
You wish you were naïve like a child.

Written By:
Angel M. Vaughan

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