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Wilting as flower left unwatered at length

…folding inward upon itself losing all hope

Withering as fruit left long upon the vine

…curling swiftly into a death oddly welcome

Worthless as shattered vase once treasured

…mourning what was and knowing it is lost

Wandering as child lost and alone in the storm

…weeping silently and unaided sadly stumbling

Wishing as long seeking soul left still searching

…giving over belief in self to angry voice of others

Wanting as one adrift on stormy pitching sea

…comfort of safe port sought yet never found

Weeping as grieving widow at loss of her love

…realizing it is easier to be alone than to remain.

Karen Quinn 1986 rev 2003


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