In her misery she walks alone
Sings songs to the woods
Songs that no one can hear
Writes poems that only she reads
Penning hurt that goes down deep
Is trust the new five letter word?
Something that is like a shadow?
Substance is concrete.
Its alimony, its custody
It’s not financial dependency
In choosing to write and read
She chose a path that was incomplete
A path that was unpaved and narrow
With woods dark and deep
Still she has promises to keep
And miles to go before she sleeps
She has to chase the shadow
The substance is too steep
It will cost her, her surviving child
So to the path she will keep
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