The True Martyr…
The look in her soulful eyes,
Is that of despondence?
Or is it a glimmer of pride,
That casts a sunny shadow across her brow?
An unfathomable regret in her heart,
Or is it the triumph of a successful warrior?
An irony of an enormous scale lurks over her,
Each emotion seems to strive for attention.
An ode to the lost hope-
A stream of tears down her wary cheek,
She seems woebegone for a reason,
And oddly seems most consoled by the same….
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