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to the place of decision
a precipice of the journey
of her life
she answered with her everything
stretching and fashioning her body
flat across filthy grounds
a compassionate covering for the
need of those who required a soft
foot map, bridge, guider
to their destiny
day to night
and in between
found the bend
of her back
uniquely built
for the multitude of
the many whosoever
and there she resided
with the painfully
vast stoop over of her own soul,
for so long, so many
passing times
and the lesson of it all
somehow morphed
into a gift of life
allowing for the
reach down, search into
the forever
dank gutters, icy caves
of lost hope and despair
she recognized
and yet she remained
patient and hope filled
smiling slightly as her hands
tossed up the
bruised hidden souls
that languished in the darkness
of empty, no care
she travailed and silenced their wounded ness
upon her heart,
drying everflowing tears
with an apron made of the rags
of her own life's minutes
but serenity surrounds her day graces
as her beautiful knowing touch softly strokes
the terrain of need filled faces
hunger soaked spirits, yearning minds
yes, she is the one,
agape's progeny,
servant to the invisible,
lover of the unloved lovely
the crown belongs to this
blistered beauty, she
who perservered with a
single jeweled thought:
the necessity to love
she is queen of
the forgotten no one
no ones
maid of love
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Copyright 2011 Regina Y. Evans, All Rights Reserved (From the poetry book: Nothing Cool About Ten, By Regina Y. Evans)
