The come up

She spread wings to skies known to few
shed the shell of what she had been through
holding worlds together with a glue
of truth spoken into action.
Those who knew the effort
could not question the true grit and traction
clever quibbles and poetic wiggles
cannot paint the aesthetic ripples of effect from the struggles she overcame
of troubles that only know one’s name with no where else for blame

From this distance she came from shame to grace,
from flame to an aim most cannot place.
I honor you for all that you have framed to never have things be the same in time or space.

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