While everyone else saw
A circlet of shame
Atop her head
He saw
A golden halo
And where everyone else saw
Scattered scars
Freckling her body
He saw
Strength
And a glowing aura that said
I survived
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Written in the Wondering State
Poetry"If we exist only to someday cease, Who are we here to please? These drops of life we continue to seize; Do they make us thieves?" If poetry is constantly spilling out of me like ink upon the parchment of an aspiring writer, then why not write it al...
