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Self Savior
Trotting down a gravel road,
There’s a damsel in distress.
With crying eyes and bleeding limbs,
Wearing a ripped and dirty dress.
Shaking, bruised, and battered,
-Trembling- crimson lips.
Torn, tattered, and broken,
With ice, blue fingertips.
A knight in shining armor,
-Here to save the day.
Picks her up, and dusts her off,
Then sends the girl on her way.
She stares- eye to eye.
Then, confused by such behavior,
She removes the heavy, armor mask,
And reveals the one-deed savior.
Looking- blankly- at the face,
She’s peering at a mirror.
Then, holds out a shaking arm,
In hopes she can get nearer.
But the image is blown away.
All in imagination-
Saved by her own peace of mind,
She continues toward her destination.
