Friday, May 27, 2011

There She Stands

There she stands,
So far away,
Searching for a place, 
In which she may stay.
She's longing for a purpose,
A reason to push on.
A person, perhaps,
Who might
Help her
To right her every wrong.
She longs to be free,
As well as he,
And soar across the skies.
Like a butterfly, she wants
To take wing
And fly.
She'll try her best.
Work herself
To the bone,
And never rest.
She won't abandon hope, 
No matter the obstacle, 
Or length of the rope.
But in order for this butterfly, 
To spread her wings and be free,
She must soon realize,
That she
Is me.

<Copyright Faith C. 2011>

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