Seclusion

She searches for her silent place
Her retreat, a seclusion of sorts
No whispers yelling into her face
Without scathing retorts
The world is too crowded
Sometimes too cruel, too black
She ventured into lands once avoided
Now trying to find her way back
Parts of her, there, will remain
She will return not as she left
A little less of her, a little the same
Her journey back becomes a quest
"Show me who I am"
Her inner voice stutters to quiet
She feels pride clouded by shame
"I can't give up, yet I'm ready to quit"
Her own hands cover her face
"I didn't mean to turn out this way"
A step closer to a darker space

The Rambler
21 May 2013
South Africa


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