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A changeling spirit,
constantly evolving,
revolving around an inner core,
spinning forth legend and lore,
stories and lives
as I come to grips
with who and what I am,
have been and may be.
I am a phoenix:
rising ever above and beyond!

No Good Deed Goes...

We tried to help her. We knew that
she was homeless two days before
Christmas. Met her once. Seemed fine. true..
Wasn't. She'd changed. Wore manic hat
when she showed up at our door.
We bit off more than we coukd chew.

She said everyone was after
her.. ex-boyfriends, parents, the mob.
Tears to giggles and back again.
within seconds: manic laughter.
Sweet and gentile, then swears she'd lob.
Spoke in fast forward; speed of ten.

Flickering light switch off and on,
her moods changed. We were unprepared.
Couldn't keep up with train derailed.
She's in the hospital, she's gone.
Hope she's getting her mind repaired.
Not returning; that ship has sailed.

Feel bad for her, I really do--
Circus is full; monkeys galore.
She's in the right place, getting meds.
Perhaps they'll give her something new,
along with safety, help her more--
straighten out all her tangled threads.

Prompt/Week # 20

Form: ZENITH

Invented by Viola Berg
1. Any number of sixains. (Your poem must have two = 12 lines.)
2. 8-syllable lines.
3. Rhyme Scheme: a-b-c-a-b-c d-e-f-d-e-f

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