A Woman Alone
"I struggle with finding hope.
Feeling reason change like seasons,
As Mary had once wrote,
"Come, reason, Come."
Labyrinths of my mind unwind,
Inside the blackness I have climbed,
To find myself I still try
As hope still struggles to catch my eye.
Clouds of doubt and Insanity,
have built the basic blocks of me.
Conditionally I have been loved by men,
Torn to pieces before I could begin.
Rebellious nature, yet meek as lamb,
I held tight to a vision of a perfect man.
If I could be true in my gloom,
I could admit,
The tiniest most regretful glimpse,
That instead of a man saving me,
Perhaps my own hero I can be!"
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