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Wednesday, 19 November 2008
There she stands - head held high.
She wants no aid.
No, none at all... She resides,
Behind a bulwark barricade.
She wants no part of them people.
For unto her, they had brought only harm and hurt.
She stands alone - all by herself,
The stoic and stony introvert...
Her life, she leads the way she wants.
And in the darkness of night,
Those shy, silent tears, she lets weep
As she awaits a new day’s light.
Okay… I am my worst critic; this isn’t the best of poetry that I have written. A writer’s block coupled with pending assessments is a pretty lethal combination :( Ah well…
Hey! I heard today is/was International Men’s Day… And I came up with this post? Just a humble attempt; dedicated to womanhood and the stoic women I have met in my twenty-two (and counting) journeys around the sun. Peace be upon ye.