Exiled Woman

To follow her instincts,
she stretches toward the light.
To follow her man,
She pulls herself tall at night.

Career of uncertain hope,
butterfly of a woman:
she lives without her springs
against the tapestry of past.
White bird of a child,
she breathes to the calendar
of younger years;
she relives a double life,
to the thread of love and passion.
From girl to woman, she passes
and never tires of it,
she starts over from memory
to future, displaced.

She’s a woman, torn,
who imitates her life.
She imagines being at home
wherever that may be, and
dreams mix with reality.

Her strength is of adaptation,
her beauty comes from pain.
Having survived, savage
nomad of foreign states:
she adopts languages
for thoughts without frontiers
to borrow her dignity.

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