A Decision Made

subjected to the sentries, of her morality,

she abstained, discarding off her wings of survival,

to adapt to the fate, her faith would provide,

resting into the fists, of her own mind,

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driven by folly for her freedom rites,

she hunkered down, into submissiveness ,

exorcising out, the last light of hope,

she was resolutely inclined, to collapse within,

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it was an arduous picking, but a decision made,

to conclude, what was never meant to be,

she stroked her flesh, left lifeless,

and wearing the loop of truth, she saw

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herself, acknowledging what all was hers,

a body of lies, a soul mottled by sins of

rebellion, by her own renouncing self,

the scars of the battles she fought and lost,

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against the enemy- invisible, and absent-

but which proliferated, into her own eyes,

in the end, it was just a tear that trickled down, when

she gave up one last time, with a knowing smile

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Okay, I am really sleepy. Therefore, I am posting it in a sort of daze. This is tagged as the poem for 4 November for NaBloPoMo.

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