Stains in the night, darkened,

Growing bigger by the minute,

The day, the hour, the second.

One prays they are not infinite.

The sun rises, her bird sings,

It knows the calm morning brings;

A new light, a hope renewed

That this time will be more shrewd.

Little she knows of her power,

The peace only she can prosper:

The fact that her freedom lies

Elsewhere than within her cries.

She refused to acknowledge

The key to her own salvation

Lied in her hands; just one action

To be set free. Her safe passage.

Letting go of pain and of blame,

Rising above, fanning her flame,

Choosing to forgive with a smile

To truly end that sad lifestyle.

On the horizon, the sunrise.

Behind her, the receding dark.

Her chosen choice is no surprise,

Skip and hop; as free as her lark.