The haunted soul no longer
She held those
Who wanted to hold her
She listened intently
To what they told her
The world turned
Nothing was new
She grew
A new dawn
Was upon her
She shrugged off
Cunning claws
She found something
Not lost
Her voice
Credence no longer
For control
She shed it
That coiled skin
And everyone
With forked tongues
Her choice.
She walked tall
After it all
Axes swung
To cut her down
She watched
And wondered
She detached.
It was meaningless
The tiny chatter
It puzzled her
That it once mattered
Soaring high
Within herself
Her truth.
Joy abundant
Was always there
They did not see
Now they can not share
It sails above
Fleeting and sure
Her flight.
She becomes the seeker
Of her own kind
A traveller
A spirit
An idea.
No longer haunted
Content
At peace
Humble
Wise
Woman.
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