Life Walks

In the silence of the snow
a soft shape shifts from side to side
as she lifts her heavy bags into her arms and moves
along the whitening pavement
beneath her feet clad in black rubber boots.

She once was a queen,
royalty by birth, reigning over all.
She was one who counted,
one who knew her place,
one who made a difference.

But now alone in the night streets
with other women of the dark,
she has no place,
she has no reason to be.
She strives just to exist.
Her kingdom does not wait.
Her tasks are undone.
Her journey has no end that matters.

She moves forward nightly
on her lonely lifewalks
wondering who she used to be.

© Barbara Flass  2000

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