doubting splinters

A story:
A child
(Lost in her dreams
Living in the lines
Of a world nonexistent)
A child
(Scrapping page by page
Swapping age for age
Morphing reality for her own)
A child
(Did I say six
Wrote herself into margins
Divergent, fragmenting splinters)

A struggle:
A teen
(And they didn't see that coming
Structure of their world unfolding
It turns out there's far more than
Three dimensions)
A teen
(When does the fantasy end
When does real life begin?
When is this

A being:
It's never over
It's never finished
It'll just keep tumbling
And the best we do
Is hold onto the fragments
Where it all seemed to make sense

This poem is about: 
Our world


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