It had been many a strong wind that had blown her to this place
Many a hurt and many a word
That had shattered her heart and thrown rocks in her path
She stood broken in places
Knit together in others
A patched up soul without a tribe for a shelter
She stood barefoot, a wanderer, a wild one
Her eyes full of tears, her mouth empty of questions
A silent child, a woeful urchin
A woman whose soul still ached for expression
She stood naked and open
Ready for an awakening…
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