
People say she's unlovable.
Why is she so cold.
Why is she so aloof.
Some call her a freak.
Some think she's weird.
Why does the wrestle keep coming back.
How many more dry bones are there
Why can't they be burnt forever.
She knows her hands
where they have been
She knows her feet
where they have brought her to
She knows her eyes
what image they capture
what thoughts they produce
She knows her heart
what she pines for
what secrets
what immense dreams
Put together
she's strong as a mountain
but how many times
the dry bones rattle within
bewildered shadows confer.
She is weak.
She is ugly.
She can be unloveable.
But she will always be
His.
And she'll never need to fear
loneliness.
She is sure,
and she will remember
she is wanted
by her
First Love.
and because of that
even if she has to limp
as long as life endures
she knows
it will not be forever
as soon as
she see
His
face
at the end of this race.
And suddenly
that road that seems
so long
becomes so
short
and then
the journey on earth
is over.
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