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Women of the North
12/29/2016
Women of the North
A heart as frigid as the tundra
In winters icy grasp;
A soul emaciated and rent,
No one knows how long she'll last.
Trodding through the paces,
Never letting anyone truly see,
The shattered dreams and goals she had
That were never meant to be.
Hope guides her,
It is what gets her through the day
But that hope and trust dies inside her
Each time she winds up played.
A spark rekindles the flame
Driving her to strive onward and forth,
She is a warrior, a viking line,
A woman of the North.
© susanljohnson-allrightsreserved
Women of the North
A heart as frigid as the tundra
In winters icy grasp;
A soul emaciated and rent,
No one knows how long she'll last.
Trodding through the paces,
Never letting anyone truly see,
The shattered dreams and goals she had
That were never meant to be.
Hope guides her,
It is what gets her through the day
But that hope and trust dies inside her
Each time she winds up played.
A spark rekindles the flame
Driving her to strive onward and forth,
She is a warrior, a viking line,
A woman of the North.
© susanljohnson-allrightsreserved
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