The High PriestessA Poem by Laura KateStrings of wind play with her hair A bright new path maintains her stare Sharp stones scratch beneath bare feet True destiny is hers to greet. From despair she struggled and climbed Walking away from troubled times Towards a future of her own Proud to think how much she’s grown Stormy nights behind her now this she claims, her faithful vow. © 2019 Laura Kate
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Added on October 2, 2019Last Updated on October 5, 2019 Tags: empathy, empaths, narcissist, relationship, abuse, pain, passion, thoughts, prose, poetry, abuse. anger, temper, rage, understanding Author
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