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
.