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Elena Linkous Poem
She was no queen
Not meant to have a king
Not meant to be seated at a throne
To point and rule
She was a warrior
Meant to go into battle
To be at war with darkness
Fighting with every ounce of soul
Passion dripping from her fingertips
For all things and beings
For which she treasured
No crown
No robe
No scepter
A helmet of knowledge
A chest plate of courage
A sword with blessings of the wise
And curses of the foolish
She will continue
With tangled hair
Burning in her eyes
And dirt under her nails
Whether there be another like minded warrior
To withstand the scarring of storms
Or not
Forever a warrior
Never a queen
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Elena Linkous Poem
In pursuit of dreams
Soak it with desire
Absorb integrity and wisdom
Wring it all upon
Each soul having the
Privilege of
Brushing up against
Continually scavenger hunt
Nit pick if necessary
Each lovely glistening
Fragment on this earth
Which ignites
The depths within
Bare demons
For this is the only
Way to face them
They will become
Embers that thaw
Your path
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Elena Linkous Poem
In the stillness is where she found her peace
Sinking into the sheets
The silk covered pillow supporting
Her every woe
The unrehearsed melody of rushing water
As her eyelids get heavy
Catching the flicker of a flame
Taking her away
Into the wild she goes
Where crickets are the music of the earth
The faint breeze of mother nature
Wisping, awakening all senses
Releasing the complexity of reality
When the dew rests upon all that is hushed
The master of the tides dancing off her now cherished scars
Through the swaying of fully clothed outstretched hands
The carefully hung sparks align
It is her
Whole
Unleashing all that had been
Once locked away
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