Under her own tongue,
And her beliefs, too strong to bend
Even before her own concern.
She wears a halo of insecurities
As she attempts every earthly option
What she seeks is far beyond the horizon
Her path, ever uncertain.
The brim of solitude gnaws her, and
Drops her from escalating heights
She’s withered, but unbeaten.
A capriccio of her life.
She smirks off bombarding comments,
Undaunted on her quest.
Her body shrivelled; her hopes punctured;
But still crawls unturned.
And amidst all
Her charitable hands, still forgiving;
Finding peace in her damaged self,
She knows the end is rewarding.
Come, sit for a while;