She Always Held The Answers

She wanders the shadows in her fully veiled authenticity,

Confident in her strength and ability to find a resolution,

Shell-shocked by the foretelling of past consequences,

The deniability destructive to the outcome of any solution.

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She found the answer swimming through her latest nightmare,

Gifted from the mouth of the unlikeliest source,

Not that she needed to be told! She lives by her gut, dismantles her heart,

And likens the ability to swallow the untruths by sheer force.

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Her ancestors stand behind her in her wage for war,

Whispering the secrets of the dead in her weary ears,

The smile upon her face, its earned through blood and sacrifice,

The tears etched into her eyes are signals of all she fears.

******

She rides the wavelength of crystal clear sorrows,

Flies with the devil on a night of much needed fun,

Dances to the chorus line of broken hearts,

And rewrites the tales, changing the narrative of where it begun.

******

Her memories are scolded with ineptitude,

Wanton desire wrapping her heart in a bees sneeze,

Washing her emotions in the sweetest smelling nectar,

Dissolution of her pain on tap to freeze.

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The screams that rifle the dreams that make her nights long,

Hammer her servitude until she’s beaten and raw,

Knees broken, she shuffles upon stilted legs,

Rewriting her history like never before.

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She now lives in a forgotten home of sunshine and memory loss,

A quart of magic, a quart of miracles, mixed in with half a notch of madness,

Beaten, not stirred, to a fluffy paste of tongue-tingling residual,

A little adoration, an unearthly giggle and a whole lot of sadness.

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She’s living her best life of uncertainty and savagery,

A slow rise of every decade she lived and survived,

A cool breeze wafting through the world on a hot summer’s day,

Never missed — until the day it all died.