A Classic Figure

January 28, 2015

Her dried out arms
traced a Drunkard’s path
towards the Light
as She stretched
Night and Day
at her
___ Given place.

Fear kept Her flexed
toes deeply Rooted
into the Earth –
there was comfort in dirt,
nutrition below.

As She found The Wisdom
placed at Her feet by Mother
time,
two Ripe teardrops fell from Her hands
destined for the same dance:
To make Love to the Sun
while stubbornly
Holding On.

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