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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