There’s a spirit I know
like a butterfly, she soars
with hidden strength behind her words
and beauty deep inside her core.
And none may doubt that she has fought
for everyone that she adores,
turning darkness into light
to find her pathway through life’s storms.
There’s a poet that I know
she’s walked through fire to reap her gains;
despite the hardships she‘s faced down
the passion in her heart remains
There’s a woman that I know
on parallel paths, we seek reprieve,
on parallel paths, we seek reprieve,
bleeding words upon the page
in endless quest to be set free.
© GB 2/24/2020
With all due admiration and respect to my poet friend and birthday doppelgänger.
This is beautiful. It brought me to tears. Thank you!
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