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

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© Thom Amundsen 8/2021