She dare not
Close her eyes
Fearing the sights
She is sure to see
Sitting along the smooth, sandy bank
The water flows in small bubbling urps
Her skin has turned to pebbles
Remnants of the walls
Broke up
Risen to her surface
To be picked off
Examined
And tossed
Into the placid stream
Sunlight touches
Ever so gently caresses
The very top of her head
Warming her toes
And heart
Blood red feet
The pulse of the Earth
Hands turn emerald
With healing
The spot
Circle center
In her forehead
Beats blue
A soft, gentle azure
With delicate
Golden rim
It's getting clearer
The road becoming more straight
Pretty soon
She'll be able
To get around that narrow bend
She wishes more people would pray and cry, for her
She wishes more could see...how very extraordinary and strong she has been..and is
She cannot share the details of the crimes...or surely, they would know what a marvelous wonder, she truly is
Speaking from the heart
Namaste
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