She Sees Me
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As I waded down the river, In the distance, It I did behold
A land both promised and foretold
By a sage, sinner, a saint, a synecdoche, and a soliloquy
But in my hubris, I pricked myself, Creating crimson equality
Just a little thing, no more than a trickle
The prize seemed so close and it but a tickle
I never noticed the thorns in my haste.
Just one prick more, worth the waste
soon the river was more me than it
And within myself was lost
under her gaze
she watched
She saw me
Her peace
Was all
I knew