The strongest of women.
The weakest of which
Are stronger than any man
While lying on their backs
Receiving the obeisance of men
Succumbing to their own mortal lusts.
She was the strongest of women,
Now struck down by the power of creation itself.
The mad hatter of genomic mutation,
Cancer, consuming her from inside.
She who could not be broken breaks herself.
But she succumbs anyway.
Fair is not a word nature understands.
She who consumes the innocent and the guilty,
The survivor and the wretched fool alike.
Nature claims her anyway, fair or not.
The hands that raised a multitude,
Struck down by simple time.
I'm a freethinking, unapologetic liberal. I'm a former CAD guru with an architectural fetish. I'm a happily married father. I'm also a disabled Meniere's sufferer.
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