Grief
she will walk her way now
down the path with satan
she will throw guilt
and feign extreme
resonableness my way
I am turning.
I have grieved her passing
from daughter to stranger
I am not done yet
but the hard sobbing is over
I can watch her walk her way now
I wont lift my voice to stop her
with uncanny calm, a new gods grace
I can
wait
for the horror that is yet to come to us all
with satan in our midst
and a blind girl child
searching for herself
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