She Was Free
She stood upon her weary raft
Oar in her hand dipped in dark bath
With every row she rippled suds
Within the shadows deep as bloods
Crushing lilies glazed with mud
Scraping roots and pounding thuds
On muddy fronds, on fallen logs
Colors drained by tyrant fog
The moon was new, completely hidden
Concealed with leaves, the stars forbidden
And the air was nothing, a blackened ink
It smelled of death, a sulfur stink
When she grew tired, deprived of might
She settled down and prepared to write
From underneath her pitch black sleeve
Slid out a golden glowing beam
She penned a page with gentle flicks
The page burned up like candle wicks
The mud and wilted roots dissolved
Water shimmered from the rays above
Endless pages could not describe
What her twinkling eyes imbibed
How curious, though…
She held up her pen,
Another wick burned
And darkness again!
She dipped her feet in the empty pool
Still, relaxed, calm and cool
She noticed spiders in their webs
Sleepy tadpoles in mossy beds
She heard the life of owl’s hoots
Bats crunching their sweet vibrant fruits
Maybe most would be displeased
But as she heard the rustling leaves
She realized it only had one wrong
It was her—!
She must learn to get along!
“I shouldn’t force it to suit me”
She said and commenced her journey
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Then, she grew drowsy and rubbed her eyes
Lowering beside the sleeping tide
Her hair was brushed with magic breeze
Her eyes were softly veiled with leaves
The wind rocked her to gentle sleep
Finally lost, she was free~
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