She use to know who she was and what she could do
And how she could make it and when she was through
Once moved by her intolerance, she wasn’t with the mess
Her driven continuity was beyond effortless
I admired her prudence
She wasn’t asinine
Pinpointing obscured agendas before you crossed the line
Keen in her objectives
A bold stupendous figure
A heart filled with ammunition
But her disposition was the trigger
Unique in every sense, her presence benevolent
Modest but confident
Focused and competent
sassy and eloquent
Her reputation prominent
Yet her demeanor just came and went
Somehow she lost herself in a state of confusion
Battling a conflict without any resolution
She struggled with falling for something that wasn’t real
She gradually convinced herself that from failure she couldn’t heal
She gave up on herself and decided she couldn’t deal

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