bearing the scars
of a thousand yesterdays,
she sits...
waiting for the time
when she can live again.
waits for the hour
when she can
stretch tired wings
and soar
into the arms
that have been prepared
for her.
a beautiful mind
thrown into a sea
beset
with a rage
which haunts and heckles.
betwixt pain and desire,
her course
is set.
an image
fades into view
bringing the promise
of a new being...
the wonderment
which accompanies
heart beats
in duality.
yet again she must
wait.
the structure
that has been ingrained
bust be realized.
but every woman
has needs...
she fights
the tears of temptation
and remains
rooted.
her time will come
and her knight
will be one of
valor.
sadness told so beautifully.
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