Would you fault the wild rose its thorn,
or hate the moon for its reflected glory?
Neither could you hate the woman,
for all her faults created something
a m a z i n g
She was petite, a tiny package of ideas
and actions far too controversial for
most who once had known her. And
so she left them to seek something
u n k n o w n
Returned, but the success of her own
search was questionable at very best.
She hadn't given up , would never
dream of doing that. Not at the worst
m o m e n t s
She was so very much the wild one,
seeking a fate others didn't approve
and finding nothing but hardships.
But the thorn would not deter her.
S u r v i v o r
"Just why should I believe you? Do you offer
me aught but lies? Elsewhere, and begone. "