Wedge of deception
Drew the lines
Trusting
Believing the words
It was an empty bottle
Drunk by
Motives of insanity
Drifting further
On the open seas
Years turn to ash
Set aside pride
Searching for
But all that remains
Is in the grave
Cassandra
Capability
Stowed in a dark closet
Underneath toys and clothes
Ability lay on the floor
Always told
Never smart or good enough
Doubts and fears
Crippled for years
Grace broke the chains
Setting free
Showing how capable
Writing can be