Body Ails Yet Spirit Soars
She’s gradually becoming a shadow,
Yet she looks beyond the shrivelled meadow,
She’s gradually walking into the night,
Yet she summons the light.
She rises with the morning,
She says the bed calls for mourning,
Though her body ails,
Her hope sails.
At dawn, she summons the elements,
As can be seen in her statements,
She stands tall on the inside,
Even though she’s feeble outside.
She believes in a rebirth,
She’s cloaked with mirth,
She looks into redemption’s mirror,
She fights every awakening terror.
November 9, 2023.
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