She stands there tall
A monument to those before
A beacon on the world's shore
Watching traditions fall
Cracks have begun to form
And a beautiful dress is shorn
Tattered and flapping in the breeze
She is beaten by society's disease
Beaten but still standing
Visibly bruised and beautiful
Resilient against the blows landing
She can see an end a possible lull
A following of people has emerged
Flocking to her cracked and faded feet
Woman braced against the disturbed
She just wants to crawl into her sheets
But the battle is far from won
She knows this deep within
Golden ray's warm weathered cracks
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Ink & Tears
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have written about my struggles with depression, anxiety, love, nature, and the darker aspect of the world that seems to always hammer on my heart. I hope this reaches some of you.
