She Soul

She is strong,
yet weak.
Understanding,
yet confused.
Wrong,
but sleek.
A lost child,
A life abused.

Where she hides,
in her room,
her life surrounds,
her life can shine,
but in her heart,
there is doom
the sun's own rays
cannot define.

Where can I go?
her heart cries out,
What can I do
to earn respect?
Inside yourself,
her mind calls out.
Show how you feel,
for they wonder still.

And so she rises,
Brave and strong.
Her life in hand,
her fears underfoot.
She knows she's right,
She knows.
They've burned her soul,
and she carries the soot.
Until it is restored.

-Jacqui Chesterton

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