when there’s nothing left

her mind consumed with ideas
quiet conversations
beyond the comprehension of others
reading words
studying truths,
being tested by the best
she passes

and when the day is done
she wonders what will become of all her efforts
she closes her eyes to let it all go

but when ?
she begs to know

faith . . . does it matter
being pushed to the edge
backed into a dead end with no way out
she claws her way up
relentless to get to the top
and just when she believes there isn’t an opening
she finds one



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