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Spirit of a Woman: A poem
She had to stay
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Mar 7, 2025
She wouldn’t die, no not yet.
No place to dwell, no dimension,
except only one.
She found her home
in the masculine realm.
Not where she wanted,
and where she was unwanted.
He despised her
for haunting him,
for making him doubt,
for making him desire,
to be like her,
like a ghost,
who only he could see.
Go away, go away,
he cried often,
but nowhere to go
away from the truth.
She had to stay,
he knew that too,
because he loved her.
The spirit of the woman
became his identity.
Together they lived
with each other’s soul,
as one whole person,
Free spirited,
alive in the truth.
Patsy Starke 3/5/2025
