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wall

At first glance
 She seems fragile
Her rippled shadow
Insubstantial as a windblown reed or dragonfly’s wing
But look deeper…

Do not imagine that strength is bound in muscle or bone
It is her Spirit that stands tall against the world
She points at obstacles
With a pink, gauze-wrapped finger
Declaring her prerogative, her will
Tenacious and inevitable
Walls will crumble

 

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Steps

feet

These feet have trod upon uncertain roads
Tip-toed past brooding provocation
Marched beside negligent courage
Slogged through saccharin banality
Skipped along in childish delight
And capered in the shadows of a conquest
Knowing that joy is hiding
Disguised in the steps of my life’s dance