Her eyes were garbed, in earth´s
sorry plight,
Her mind was mantled, in her
desire for flight,
Her shoulders were caped,
in a hunch of doubt,
Her being she wrapped, to
keep the world out,
Her persona she dressed, in
other folk´s criteria,
Her soul was gowned in halls,
of her own hysteria,
Her footsteps were shod, in
her reluctant tiptoeing,
She traipsed through life,
in uniformed unknowing,
Then the winds of change,
soon pulled at her soul,
She was told in her dreams,
to become again whole,
She packed life´s portmanteau,
with all that she wore,
Putting her old past away,
within time´s fusty store,
She stood nakedly bare &
at last, now suitably attired,
Smiling in the mirror, she
said, “Now I am nobody´s liar”.
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