Fortitude

Bare of all leaves

By a dusty road

Parched and wrinkled

Withstanding the buffeting winds

She stood there

Clothed with strength

And a few beads of scarlet

In her wild matted hair

Not a word spoken

Yet she helped me see

The seeds of strength

Buried deep within me .

— that mishmash

 

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