Michael Edwards

THE PATH

 

 

 

THE PATH 

 

Each corner of her life bore scars

but with subdued, unbending pride

within the gardens tumbling walls

she held the reins of government.

 

Yet with the habit of command

emotions borne in solitude

were cast in foreign dissonance;

she sought the lonely routes beyond

the kingdom of her wounded mind.

 

Though clad in armour of reserve,

with tears afresh and borne of hope

like showers of rain that fall in spring

with rectitude she found the path

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