TO RUBY

Tell us about a time when you felt out of place.

Gone a time the rain made you new,

Away the sun that made bloom of you,

Away your reverence,

Fast, your passion made null.

Your head below your foes,

Jest of your sight,

Spite at a mention,

All to distress.

Above distress,

Keeping a smile,

Your light shone,

Your passion again you gave yourself.

Rewriting a closed chapter,

Limitless your gifts,

Limitless your graces,

That doors once shut, widened.

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