She has survived
She has survived
Far longer than she ever thought
Or let herself believe
She would.
Her face is worn
With time unreal
And half remembered.
Who frowned these lines?
Who silvered this hair?
She has survived;
And her reward is only
To survive again.
Cold morning's dawn
In eyes like autumn,
Turned to the sky,
Seeing through the clouds,
Through the now into the endless.
She has survived.
She chooses now
To thrive.