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May 10, 2016
She made, as whole
the sapling tree.
A fact that did not
escape me.
T’was only when
some freedom found.
I found my life
to turn around.
That hardened shell.
That tough resistance,
instilled in one
who kept their distance.
And yet I know
her heart inside,
in pieces shattered;
no eyes belied.
They all took from her
what was on view,
( the wisest owl
this planet knew)
and used to their advantage
hard lessons taught,
before being dismissed
when freedom sought.
Used and abused?
I don’t think so.
This powerhouse of energy,
a one – woman show.
‘Keep your distance,
and then return’
they all said to do,
‘It’s how to learn!’
She says herself
‘They come and go’,
so many that
she got to know.
But never stops
to wonder why,
in exasperation,
their goodbye?
But she forever struck
a chord with me;
the one who set
my spirit free.
And to this day,
‘respect’ still there.
For one so grand,
and so aware.
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