Two Way Street Poem by Marion Souma

It's this two-way Street
It's what we dance to, our inner beat
Incapable of showing defeat
We're always okay and that's where we meet

Internal inconsistencies brings about friction
Waging Wars within she can do without
Solitude what she longs for-but that's not what they bring about
Turmoil, what they live for, critical addiction

Happy places and happy spaces is what she hopes for,
Undeniable existence her beauty evaded them more,
The depth of her inner goddess  shines through past the weight that pushes her through the rendezvous

The depth of her heart left her soaring apart,
Her wisdom left them grasping as she continued dancing,
She's a diamond, poised and strong, She breathes in gold, she's determined.
Irrefutable greatness,   the world's understanding of her, amiss.

Countless swung the wrecking ball
Convinced they'll be the one to make her fall
A pillar of strength she rises above each battle as she wins the war
No matter what you bring, she will always have more

Endless soul of substance entwined in Grace
Turmoil is temporary as perfection radiates from her face
A Love Language misunderstood in punctuation and structure,
The rise is coming - oh yes it is, as she signs their demise with a fleeting signature.