Dilemma divides

Precarious & precious,

so is life,

always dangling on 

a dangerous divide.

Dancing shadows in

the middle of the night,

imbued were her dreams 

in red & golden light.

Power was an illusion,

sometimes difficult to deride.

Fantasy was her mainstay,

she loved the risky tides.

Shattered & broken 

wanting to escape & hide,

solitude & solemnity 

her only respite.

But often she ached to

break the world's false pride.

In the midst of the melee 

called life,

she managed to elude

prevalent & impending strife.

Caught between morning and night,

silently waits twilight.

Trapped in the shadows 

of the moon is the sun's flight.

Borrowed moments compellingly 

repel yet invite.

Poised, patient she bides 

her time.

#SrKmusings

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