She was an eclipse setting on the
every moment of her life.
An echo of her past present and..
not knowing what was before her.

A repetition of what lingered within
her repeating's. also needing to cradle
in the moments of birth like innocence
she arose fresh from the traumas of yesterday.

But like each dawn she was scarred by the
repetitions of what predated this awakening.
Always feeling the echoes, the faded memories
of before. But each time rose like a sunrise, strong.