for I sit in the dark
searching the spark
for the woman I worked so hard to be
for the woman who started to feel free
she had a taste of freedom
what it was like to be her own
she cried in peace, with no one to please
danced through the floors as she was blown
from music of those and her own
a square footage of peace
that always put her mind at ease
with a new list of responsibilities
that still, never hid any possibilities
I grieve for the woman I worked so hard to be
signed a letter of condolence to no addressee
I know she is somewhere near
waiting for the all clear
to come out once again
with no abstain
and no refrain
free from pain
-C.L