Monolith
by Rinda Elliott
She stands in the midst of chaos,
Tall and proud,
Shoulders braced to absorb
The constant flow of appeals.
A mediator.
Deputed peacemaker.
A monolith.
Anchored in obligation,
Her strength of will,
Forged in the staggering weight
Of family burden,
Bears the shape of a star,
Pinned to her breast by selfish hands
But worn with unflinching dignity.
Yet in her soul, there must reside
A cry for days.
Days like lustrous rivers
Of time, uncut, unpolished.
Hours not lived in locular,
But in fluid streams of
Endless possibility
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