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Arduous as it might be
She steals a small look
And sees the past as it plainly was
The woman she see's is not well
Her bones bled out her strength
As she sought serenity
Beneath her tall Georgia pines
She lived among her attacker
She drank his fine wine
Although she dined along side him
She wasn't really there
Behind her prison bars
She found her way to you.
She would have died on that highway to you
If I hadn't brought her home
If I hadn't made her seek refuge
And it was I who beat you out of her
The voice of reason and sense.

really beautiful work Abilene.
'the voice of reason and sense' we often overlook, mm?? but heeding to it often makes us wise.
am just into the gesture u made rather than finding the construction of your poem.
i loved it.

Thanks.