Saturday, June 19, 2021

Final

 



Finally married 

that man

Finally

left that man

for good

as soon as I could.

Finally saw

the predator

posing as a lover.

Finally found

myself

a deep dwelling place

far away and finally safe.

Finally 

alone again

and feeling-growing

Grace

becomes a knot

untied.

Although

no 

freedom 

is Final.


Painting by John Singer Sargent, 'Parisian Beggar Girl', dated c. 1880 in Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.

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