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She is No More…She is no more the downhearted lass, That she was for many a year… The woman who was so repressed, And each day lived in fear! She is no more the saddened waif, Who hid from the eyes of the world! For one bright day, the light came to stay, And her pain became unfurled! She is no more the timid mouse, That she was for all her life, More she is now a tiger, Prepared for any more strife! The mouse grew up and disappeared, Into the shadows of the night, And therein lay, from out of the cocoon, A woman, strong, bold and bright! The tears of years dried up, No more the saddened wet face, Now they are tears of gladness… Because her dragons she did chase! She is no more that person so sad, Downtrodden, beaten and blue… More she is full of pride and strength, For she prevailed in all she went through! A Happy Ending, A New Life! For The Child With The Red Hair! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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