SISTER WORMWOOD

I
She bears the scars
of the wormwood years.
She's had her fair share of
hot and bitter tears.

II
She lived her life
without a why;
under the crushing weight of public myth;
no rhyme---no reason, only lies. 

III
Those were dark days and nights of
joy-riders and fair-weather friends;
being pulled down by the quicksand,
into a pain she thought would never end.

IV
A moment came when she questioned it all.
A crack appeared, the Light shone through.
No more content to be a child of the Fall;
her tired heart had heard the call.

V
Those dark days---a memory now,
though the scars they still remain;
reminding her of the way things were
before her wayward heart was tamed.

VI
Her friends cannot understand,
why she walks in this new way.
She is forever joined-at-the-heart
to the mighty King of Day!

But she remembers each one of them by name,
when it's time for her to pray;
---when it's time for her to pray.

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