16

HER RESOLVE

Caught in the whirls of opposite

pulls, Bound in the whorls of tragic
spirals Of inner needs and outer
bindings,
My Queen, I know, is stifled at soul.

Innocent at soul and sensitive at

heart, Never one to hurt a big or small
life,
She was brought in rein to make life’s choice –
Null your soul or bleed those around you.

Shocked and shaken, my Queen cried at soul –

Does she blight her soul and extinguish its
light And breach her bridge to her kingdom
forever, Or smash the smiles of those milling
around.

She knew, her soul, not one, but

two, And repriming it is killing both;
She breathed life and sailed all this length
To seek and light her soul’s quiet lamp.

While bound by the world, duties do make calls

And they called their shares at her cost;
How shrink from world and hurt all
round, It bled her heart to hurt all round.

Undecided was she, but her soul was firm,

No way she could again part from soul;
But world sat heavy on her sensitive
heart,
How could she backtrack and bleed the world.

She prayed her God for a path around, She

bided time to lose the noose around; But
nothing helped her and events pounced To
force her course on the world’s way.

She stuttered and flustered and bitterly

cried, But was calm and quiet in soul of her
soul; She moved her soul’s way in quiet
solitude
And proved her resolve in midst of world’s way.