Her Resolve

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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.