SHE SOUGHT HER LIBERTY
A balmy night a moon lit sky
she gazed at stars and stared
deep into spaces limitless
as many had before.
The angst-filled brief her pride had cast
her mind resumed its night mare task
convinced of sin which none but her
could see or recognise.
She stood quiescent yet remained
still fettered by her own design
and though conceding to despair
she probed herself anew.
Vain circles shadows cast aside
sincere the absolution sought
with strength anew in her resolve
she yearned her self release.