tender, nakedly exposed
no longer able...
to hide.....
her veil of aching
pride;
she screams....
for morning air,
"Let me breathe..
or be quick to take my life..."
Ever slowly, crawls
condemnations fog
taunting her sou;
quietly approaching
appears a silent dawn a-rising.
Gently placing on her shoulders
an eternal robe of hope
and unto this day...she lives
A wiser woman to behold.
i





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