Barely There - SHE

*For E.L.P.

She wears her sorrow like a cloak
The opaque sheath envelops all
She is not what her childhood dreams were
I think she thinks she is a WAS

She bathes herself in woe
“Why, Dear God? O, Why me? ”
“Am I that meek? ”
“Will I truly Inherit the Earth? I don’t want it the way it is………”
She is quite burdened
I think her back stoops from defeat

She bears her trials complete
The time for hope has left
She is not the woman she remembers
I think she carries Her cross ‘round her neck

She wears her sorrow like shackles
The middle passage has been tried
She is stepping on the shores
I think she will die without living

Her dash includes me and sis and she and her and them and one and you

I think she needs to disrobe
And bear her Bold spirit
Because she has already Inherited the Earth
Round her thighs
That bore me and sis

I think she will find her life
In herself
Pass her sheath
Pass her woe
Pass her sorrow

She will BEAR because she knows no other way to LIVE
5-4-06

Barely There

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