Posted in Blog, Creative Writing, Writing

If We Locked Them Away

Mothers meeting the moon,

under the watchful eyes of the stars,

a sky that no longer has to worry.

Quiet streets meet shy shoes,

growing, flourishing and flowering in the safe glow of streetlights.

A little girl loses herself,

in a joyous game of hopscotch,

hugging her little sister,

knowing they are finally safe.

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