They gave her the rope
to get her through life;
a long bundle of fine twine.
In her dreams
she was a tightrope walker,
a cowgirl with a lasso,
or anything she wanted to be.
There were stories
she might have told
of visions in her sleep.
It's a pity and a shame
how it all went to waste,
but the rope served its purpose
for her.
Tying a knot
never to be broken,
she hung on one last time.
If you see her now,
her eyes wide open,
I think she may dream of you.

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