AGAIN
Strong again has she become
Looking as though time to fight has come
Must undo the rail that was wrongly laid
With pouring rain on her side
Acting as if there is nothing to be feared
But only within the freedom limited
In the falsely skilled and ramified world
Narrowly would she ride the tide
With bitter pills on her tongue
"Call a nurse"if so one cried
Its echo would only pass through her mind At you she looks
And the truth she seeks
As she is submerged in the numbness
Of mind they call meekness
no cause, No choice, No faith,
Yet she keeps running
As new day and new places come relentlessly
Hanging
They scoff
At her hair being drastically cut off
But she becomes tough, and still tough
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