Although
it hurts to live like this
she
doesn’t want to die
and
something's' got to give in this
when
she looks at the sky
A
woman stripped of everything
down
to her dignity
holes
in her mouth, holes in her heart
she
laughs, covering her face with art
In
sensitive health
and
dwindled wealth
of
physical strength
she
can only ask God
she
can only seek out
the
path that's beneath
a
miserable heath
Through
her x-ray vision
commands
her mission
she
sees through it like glass
the
future, the past
and
how it could be
of
hidden beauty
Interrelations
that mean
to
defeat the machine
she's
framed; “Off The Beam”
and
so she shall drudge
through,
holding a grudge
ruined
is her trust
by
judgments' unjust
She
runs like the rabbit
whom
"wise owls" eat up
with
a glimmer of beauty
amongst
her dry skin
looking
for water
to
hydrate within
Oh,
can she find the water?
will
she find her way?
she
has her children to protect
for
in a nest, they lay...
She
is a gentle woman
but
only shows the tough
for
if she stops to cry
the
bigger animals get rough
But
no one will so bother
with
creatures impossible to catch
whose
uncanny survival skills
can
never quite be matched...
And
so she leaves the imprints of her feet
upon
the snow,
back
to her secret burrow
Somewhere
no creature knows..
March
12th, 2012
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