Her sashes sashay around her as
She goes floating through the
Choreography of her life...
There is one yes and many "no's"
Along the way in her story.
She builds with abandon but often
Looks back at the empire she built
With regrets - then she begins her
Tirade to remove all that's turned gray
In her quest to tell love she's okay...
Okay without it and its many allusions to
What is and could have been - she
Refuses the bruises that land on her
Shins from the beating she takes upon
Falling down in a heap so as not to
Make a peep while praying once again
For deliverance - set free to allay any
Fears kept at bay that tried to run ashore
On her heart told "no" one more day in
This game she plays without rules...
With her heart set ablaze, she doesn't seem
Phased that she will find herself in an
Urn from this pain.
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