Dark is the night,
Darker the soul,
Fathomless depths,
Stories untold,
Memories unfold,
Drums roll,
Heart's pole,
Hips recoil,
Eyes enjoy,
All that her soul desires lies in her palm,
The reform was all she sought,
It came like a healing balm,
Winning all the battles she fought,
Is she ready?
Is she still the same?
Is she worse?
Is she just like she came?
Palpitations and safety pins,
Prayers answered, but wounds unhealed.
© Nehita Williams