if in a quiet corner of her room
all of her pain revealed
would it matter little personal doom
holds back what is sealed.
She rose above the scrutiny
a measure of confidence
silent resolve speaks dignity
all others a spoken chance
She wished her life could remind
what purpose a challenge
a reason for losing dramatic bind
sort through all, rearrange.
She reclines with truth in her chair
a peaceful sweet posterior
should that any man might dare
in curiosity her own interior.
We live by design our own release
for this a measure is granting peace
© Thom Amundsen 8/2021