she sits in quiet
while her mind
rolls out the reels
of a life lived without
apologies.
some wounds that
never heal.
what she expected of others,
dueling with her own
self respect.
plowing forward without
looking sideways,
a gaze too goal focused and
direct.
in her fears of the tomorrow
that will come too fast.
a life filled with hidden regrets.
no longer buried in the past.
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