A bout of anger empowered her
It nearly paralysed her.
The nerves rolled up violently.
Delirium seized her vigorously.
Damn it! she shouted as loud as she could.
She swears and curses as much as she could.
She stutters and mumbles as long as I could.
She staggers out as slow as she could.
She sees a circle of fire around her.
It is burning high encircling her.
It is not the real fire that holds her.
It is the heaving and sighing that kills her.
Yet, she is not reigning aplomb and high
She is struggling to make ends meet with a try.
She lives away from gossip and schemes almost shy.
Her manifestations and gestures perch her above sky.
Is it wrong to live with pride? she quoth.
Is it a sin to detach from the crowd? she loathes.
Is it treason to survive within means? she froths.
Nay not, my child, live as righteously as you could, I console.
The world finds happiness in jeering the noble.
It mocks at the efforts of the able.
How are we going to label?
The provocations make us unstable.
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