She walks in the wilderness
Searching for a new identity
She is done with her folks
They caused her to run away
Each crushed leaf under her feet
A sad reminder of a broken heart,
And a tattered spirit- no more tears
Left for her to shed, dry eyed
She hopes fate will lead her
Down the right path this time
Having led a life of sheer terror
She could not make another error
Of choice leading to further despair
Her life would then be beyond repair
Battered Egos do not heal easily
They have to be handled carefully
Would she find someone gentle
Like the new leaf springing up
On an upper branch of the tree
Or would she end up again in misery
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