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Isolation IV

Isolation IV
She called to the night
Letting the moon in her breast
Reflect the hidden sky

One eye lazy with sight
One leg maimed with longing
She stood apart

Alone in a world of crowding
She never quite belonged
Waiting with her gifts

Ancient voices whispered
Eucalyptus linking
Her to the stars

She found the solitary path early
Stepping away from
The center of the herd

Her thirst for what lay beyond
Leading her into the dark
One voice calling her name

She followed only that
Spiraling into the core
To discover the source of passion

Empowerment is not a sport
Solitude is not a curse
Some things can only be done alone…

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