The blows never came
Even though the winds raged in gusts
Threatening her peace
She sheltered alone
Away from the crashing waves
Still, she gasped for breath
What would she gamble?
Her scarred heart, her battered soul,
To challenge the wind?
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
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