THERE was a time, and she recalls
a younger her, and overpowered
by things just so new to her
with each experience devoured --
devoured, and devouring.
but gradually escaping from
what was a dominating pulse
she came to see what she'd become
was not her final destiny.
she blames herself, but that is gone:
and so the shadows hold her truth
so she in learning can move on.
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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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