“Her deepest longing perhaps was to be loved unconditionally, and, at the same
time, be left in peace.”
“unquiet” linn Ulmann
All her life she had been used for something.
In the beginning it was by the scratchy faced father
who needed something sharper than
Turned out it was a mirror and he changed her
name to Cordelia.
She reflected on this need and grew hate
In her body under the solar panel
yet longed for his truth.
as absent as the fog that looks for land.
Later, measured by many men ,she kept
measuring them back.
Loyalty oaths and money for ladies room
Finding only greed
and looking back, she sees accurate
that what she thought was actually true
had been so at the time.
Many bank tellers count change but
she had counted needs and filled them.
Now she was taking herself
apart on the floor alone,
her brain in another room
She knows but she grows
wings and grace flies her.
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