Stoic

Stoically standing beside herself,
Judging and watching
Unable to prevent the inevitable,
Each move, moment and breath

Her own conscience
Feeling lost beside herself
Seeing and hearing
Not feeling, not changing a step

Just the same.
Every moment, every day,
Just the same.

Sitting and sliding through it
The endless cycle
Relentless, confusing but familiar
Standing outside herself, a guest

Wanting to shout beyond the world
Waiting and wanting
Fluttering, feathery breaths
To find her voice again, to test

Just the same.
Every moment, every day,
Just the same.

She stands stoically beside herself
With a soft look and warm glow
A sudden surge of defiance rushes
As her eyes burn bright, she takes breath

Out of step and out of time
With the world but not with herself
She’s tilted her view and gaze on the world
She’s found her voice and found her step

Just the same,
Every moment, every day
Just; the same.

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