Battle

Not normally a crier, she started tearing up
just at the thought, any thought
then came the dreams,
nightmares really
being attacked, pursued, vilified,
hunted down and burned at the stake

Then dreams and reality blended
creating a surreal entrapment
where friend was foe
and there was no escape,
comfort, or support

Instead of surrendering, though
she dug in, hopeful, ever hopeful
that reinforcements would come

they never did

 

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