Beauty, stood alone, collecting her thoughts.

She collected them, safely storing each.

Not conflicted by her haves and have nots.

A happy contentment just in her reach.

Sweet feeling inside like a summer peach.

Her lived life thus far has been far from fair.

Now she floats through, almost lighter than air.

Filled with a strength she thought she’d never have.

Strolling down the boulevard with a flare.

A fulfilled life that she’d happily grab.

-aaa

Originally Published 06/01/2024