and so, she

And so it is, or so it seemed

As if relived, once in a dream

Not to recall, as leaves do fall

Almost remembered

Yet not at all.

And so it is, and yet not quite

She’s an unfinished, roaring delight

Never attempting

She never tried, but here she stood

Ready to fly.

And so is flight, reimagined life 

She gave her self, her heart and sight

Caring the least 

She fought for her, her inner beast 

Re-imagined life.

And so it is, or so it seemed

She is more, more than once dreamed

Never gave up

Never succumbed

She was much more

She was not done.

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