So obsessively self-reliant
With eyes that are instruments of power
To the norm of society so incredibly defiant
Refusing to live in the hour

So much time wasted, surrendered and stolen
Like tiny feathers brushing the glass
She trembles on the edge of revelation
As she sits and looks at her past

The images there are weathered and worn
Yet still savored without distraction
So she smiles to herself and no more will she mourn
As her tears brings her no satisfaction

Self-reliance she will hold close to her heart
Defiant she will be to the end
The images will remain there alive but apart
As she let’s go of the past to live again