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Age: 17
Gender: female

Cloud Dodger
A faded character in a fallen room
Her story weaved on a broken loom
She doesn't quite yet understand
What the tattered cloth has planned
Around her lye debris and rotten things
She is the only of her being
The air she breathes is lethal
Her mind is empty but full
Spiders crawl around her and snakes slither about She learned long ago this is no reason to pout The snakes may slither but they ward off rodents The spiders may crawl but there poison is potent Yet no matter how disturbing the two are, she considers them friends The snakes are there to share a laugh, when the spider's bite makes her reality bend All three live in this enclosed fallen room with no light Scary at first but now even the slightest glow to them is a fright Depression seems to be her only mood She is starved with plenty of food Her life is troubling though she doesn't have one There's isn't a thing to do but she has loads of fun. Finally a breaking in the earth shatters her room and lets light pour in Hurting her at first and burning her skin It slowly faded revealing a beautiful scene Her breath is taken and the cloth is torn at the seem A new loom awaits her across a path Yet she turns to see the aftermath She takes in the sight of her fallen room And smiles when she sees the broken loom That life was her's for so long Left all alone with the snakes and spiders thinking she belonged Even now the spiders weave beautiful webs and scatter The snakes swivel away going faster and faster She takes her first step to the loom and brushes her hand across it Realizing this fortune she doesn't miss the fallen room one bit For the first time she feels happy and content Her reality is sharpened no longer bent No longer a faded character but a colorful being with a bright room Her story now weaved on a new and shiny loom Still she has idea but better understands What the bright and strong cloth has planned.

**** The meaning to this poem is a very complex one to me. My sister who was a meth addict provided me inspiration for this piece. In every little way this poem is about her. When the room finally collapses it shows the point in her life at once she over came her addiction and gained back her childern. At first when i wrote the poem my sister was a heavy user and this ending described here was a simple prayer of mine. I was so glad but hurt when i showed it to her and she burst in tears. I went through a horrible struggle to help her and i'd like to think in some small way this helped. So i sent this to you as maybe a means of helping someone else.

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