when her mind is troubled
split between two venoms
she lives two lives in one
The address she tears off
the pieces scatter in the wind
was it evil or not, shes fumes and scoffs
meanings are gnarled, entwined
He brings wise words,vows, brows,
shoulders strong from old vicious blows
warnings aplenty of times aflutter;
the 'now' grips her gives her a shudder
Hasty she's been in making progress;
but forgiveness is her refugee, fortress
thankful for the self she's known
without this journey she'd never have grown
Its in this silence before and after the storm
that she knows, sees and chooses to be
a peaceful corner keeps her safe and warm
where self knowledge lifts her soul with glee
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