She gasps, suffocating to death
Trying desperately to ascend out of perdition.
She inhales suddenly then barely utters a sound.
Though the hemorrhaging is under control,
Her vital signs are unstable.
Momentarily she tries to catch a breath
And reflects on the truth.
A fall from grace... another episode;
Her destiny is playing out in a dire situation...
Surviving the odds is her living hope.
Her soul can never die;
The gods must have pitied her.
She opens her eyes,
Steadfast-stares roam the room.
She regains normal respiration;
Now she will rule once more
On the throne of freedom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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