she sits among the river sounds,
another year completed;
she has been knocked around, it's true,
but never been defeated
it is a tired that she's earned:
training, working, fighting --
and what she needed, she has now:
to be nowhere exciting
she sits and drinks her last few sips,
the day at last receded:
they tried to hold her down, but she
has never been
defeated
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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