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
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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