To Jump or Not To Jump

She sat on the edge of the wall
Wrapped in the blanket of her own thoughts
Tiny dewdrops on her shoulders
From the thawing of her grieving heart
Settled in the silent night like home
Cuddling the phantoms around
Away away away she flies
And yet, sitting on the same mound
Twisted amidst her painted toes
Cry the hopes she has crushed
Little moths of her mind
Nibbling on her restless soul
Storms raging inside her head
Uprooting, demanding, destroying
To jump or not to jump
Let her numbness decide

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