Her Alone - Poem by Jeri Martindale
Her eyes are open, shinning green,
She doesn't know where she came from,
no plan as to where she may be going.
Something great, something warming, is calling out to her.
It's the same voice she has chased and followed
and called out to when she couldn't take it anymore.
Singing now, from within her own soul
Strength, courage, and wisdom begin to bloom
radiating beauty as she learns and grows.
Becoming one with herself, complete
She is no longer hanging on
knowing now that she could let go.
A fragrance so sweet,
surrounds her soul
She is sharing herself with the world.
Bloomed now, a purple rose
transformed into the voice
calling out to others, who haven't moved on.
transformed in a matter of hours.
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