She wept today
Head buried in her hands.
The weariness of yesterdays
Caught up with her.
She had once lived dangerously
There was nothing she feared
Because she believed
That the world was good.
Yesterday, her faith was shaken
Her spirit was broken
Everything she once knew
Was just a smoke screen.
What was to come
Was shrouded in darkness
It mystified
And it crucified.
Nailed to the cross
The burden on her shoulders
The mountains to cross
She knew she couldn't
Wouldn't
Make it there.
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