The darkest days ever met

Perish in response to kindness shown

Even faced with love now flown,

And a heart twisted in regret

For what was never said, never done;

The heat and softness of understanding

Make for me the safest landing

For a heart bereft of one.

So what has become of my sorrowful night?

Scorn still burns in coppery flecks

Raining upon pride and shame,

Dignity, positivity and right;

But all true possessions of my fair sex

Though altered, remain the same.

Mother Hen

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(Writing Prompt: DARK, part of Poetry 101 Rehab by Mara Eastern – Thanks, Mara! Feel free to jump on her poetry wagon each Monday!)

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