Born of trouble she walked free and proud
She seemed to be walking steadily forward
She crashed the wall
Educated talented humble yet stern
Looking with somewhat disdain she see stars far
Watching with eyes wide she watch each new moon come to life
Simplicity look learn lazily grasp all
Learning seems to stall and lean but she progress forward
anyway
Who is she they cry aloud?
Eyebrow crooked upward she pondered thought
Care who is the question that marvels the few proud elite
Seeming dull she portrays the image clear as mud
Questions Questions answers she have not
Business business life fulfill she craves the life
Moving quietly she look within without further nearer no one
will
ever know
Life is a thrill if you betray the seer
Ironic isn’t that a simple plain woman stagger world
Enraging jealousy envy hate malice she became target of all
true
Guess what fate is fickle and so is a trickster’s heart
Beaming with amusement exasperation she shake her head right
left
Guess who is worried all her soul’s delight
Basking in her own glow she speaks truth to all
Fate hers is unknown to all but God’s state it plain above
Madlock she aspire, Sherlock and Watson she awe and love,
Lieutenant Spock logic is her and she will became
Felicia’s fate is God’s rudder on her ship of quest
By Felicia McCaw
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