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Once I was whole
Vibrant and bright
Once did I dance
Beneath pale moonlight

Now I am tendrils
Wisps of smoke
No longer dancing
My emotions choked

My light has been stolen
Crushing my soul
Now I’m invisible
No longer whole

What could have happened
Not death, don’t you see
The world has created
This ghost of me.

© S.J Warner 2016

(Picture sourced from Pinterest)