She possessed a

doubtful overture

of laughter

like an inner shadow

shielding pain


when speaking with passion

she covered her heart

as if preventing it

from being captured

by worldly pursuers


she rarely spoke of

holy things,

only then,

a half smile


when bored

she gazed about

slipping away

with a faint “amen”


she was a troubled


desperately attempting

to fit in


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