Daughters of War

Born with tragedy infused into her bones 
With every affliction that gnawed at her
She let herself die so she could live.

Listen to her silence 
Her quiet carries black holes of longing 
Perhaps for a home she never knew.

Loving her will consume you
Still, resilience is her language 
She speaks love in whispers.
  @Sue.Ketter

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