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And go she must... Her wings at length burst from their shell And flex, and dry, in garden-sun; Then rising from "his" hateful hell... Her exodus - at last begun! Reborn free and independent; Loosed from bonds of servitude. Crown of thorns remains a pendant; Trophy of his turpitude. Gone now timid adolescence; Naivete' a past regard. Confidence a haughty essence: At attention - and on guard. Staunch and settled - her commitments; Vision clear to fresh, new goals. Life now: "Living every minute; Naught to waste on ancient woes!" The pains will go and scars will fade And 'New' will banish deeds of 'Old'. When 'Anguish' leaves and takes 'Afraid'; Then 'Hope' attains a fingerhold. Greets each morning with a smile A'facing paths - as yet untrod. Not dismayed by moat or stile... Whilst accompanied - by God. |
Additional Notes:
To encourage a friend.
Not every union (marriage or otherwise) is made in Heaven.
Sometimes it just makes sense, to cut one's losses - and move on.
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