I struggle. What's new?
So does the wind, the sails
that dissolve it.
I am a strong woman, a nail
whose back is beaten by
a fist of steel.
And you are the wooden handle
that holds the metal, the physics
which with accurate aim
confirms my purpose.
O! that I were only a feather
fallen from the shoulder of a bird
whose only fate, ambiguous
as forever.
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