she

In all the years that she was lost,
and wandering in unknown lands,
she kept a treasure in her heart:
that gentleness is double strength
and love is better than regret.

Through swamps of strangers, miles odd,
unrecognized, and muddy ways,
she trudged towards something, yet unknown,
a place secure, the sun's warm rays,
where she, at last could cease to roam,
and finally, at last

be home

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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