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She cries out,
Soul burning,
Already seared
From the pains
Of the past,
Haunting her present,
Dogging her steps,
Wrapping themselves
Around her ankles like chains,
Weighted and heavy,
Slowing her,
Controlling her,
Dragging along behind her
Every movement,
Their faces reflected
In every surface.
Add one more to the list,
She can't take
Much more of this.
Body frail,
Wracked with
Pain and disease,
Every waking moment
A torment.
Where does she
Find the strength
To keep moving?
When one has
Seen
Too much,
And been through more,
One gains a certain
Steel, a sterner spine,
A stronger mind.
I remind myself,
"She's tough.
She'll be fine."
