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POETRY
She’s Got This
Down but not out
She watches the sun set on another day,
Another day of battling her demons, squandering knee-deep in their mire,
Just trying to get by in one piece,
Stifling their screams — do they never tire?
Never lay down when they’re beaten?
Will they never learn not to play with her fire?
She sleeps with one eye open, aware of their antics,
And when they least expect it, she pulls them in for a hug,
It’s here that she smiles as they groan and struggle,
Holding tight as they try to pull her heartstrings; steadfast as they tug,
For she’s learned a trick or two throughout her lifetime,
And crawled endlessly through their dirt and mud.
Now, she worships sunrises and bird songs,
Instead of kneeling to their barbaric hymns,
She fought hard to break the bindings that roped her freedom,
And remembers the days when she couldn’t hear how her heart sings,
Much to their disgust she whispered her love upon their deafened ears,
And released the fear they gifted when she discovered her wings.
