An old poem...
By Amy Moloney
A woman survives without heat
Upon smiles
that raise the sea
Held tight, secrets, inside and out
Carrying the seeds
of bitter doubt
She flows with quiet yet clumsy grace
Pain never hidden from
weathered face
Floats like petals upon a midnight breeze
Sunlight penetrating through her freeze
A wild beast within a stranger’s cage
Desperation is war
she has waged
Youthful hope holds no power here
A woman lost to
deluge of fear
No redemption can heal this siren’s soul
Without damnation taking
eternal toll
The heat once bright encased in heart
Withers without a matching spark
Spiral down until darkness becomes real
Heat now
something she must steal
A woman without her own heat
Builds a fire
sets it free
Remembering a time when heat burned deep
Learning to live as a woman
no one will keep
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