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WOMAN OF EDGES
I am a woman of edges,
rough edges, sharp edges,
something haunting
at your spirit’s edges.
I cut through the nonsense,
with a sharp mind,
glinting like a razor’s edge.
I edge my way forward,
a dark horse contender,
I am edgy around liars,
I can see right through a phoney
have no use for a pretender.
With cutting words
useless I will render
all of your pretensions.
Egos broken,
Stands taken
battle lines drawn,
of Truth and Honesty
I am a strong defender,
Your tears can smooth away
the edges of my wrath
for in battle we must rebuild
clean up the pieces,
sweep away the debris
of the aftermath.
So I edge closer,
reaching out a gentle hand.
I see you on the edge
of despair,
all hope battered,
to fear you do surrender.
Love leads us both to the edge
of insanity
I poke holes in your pride
and in your shell
of vanity,
and you curse me
as you bless me
as we move to the edge together
to see if
forever we can see,
poised on the edge
of all we can be
by
©Linda Peregory
©2005
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