he picked her flowers
and laid them bare
once sweet, now sour
if one compared
ravaged the field
staining the soil
completely peeled
her heart and soul
she salvaged
what he’d left behind
and managed
somehow to be kind
the lessons learned
that kept her blind
we’re now unfurled
freeing her binds
out of the shadows
as he passed by
in cloak, her dagger
made him die
deep down a victim
victimless crime
payment for sins
eye for an eye
she now tends the soil
a debt to pay
her penance for
her deeds that day
her flowers again
adorn the field
something that man
could never yield
for she’s the keeper
not just a flower
and though she weeps
she wields a power
strengthening stem
growing empowered
replenished within
radiating without
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (2)
Beautifully penned.
Beautiful sad, lass. What inspired this?