Poem for G

Curiosity’s goddess,

The past laid out before her,

Like an endless quilt,

Her wounds often surface,

Her strength could move fault lines,

But her armour remains thin and chipped,

Her blood flows through creation,

Discouraged by the strife,

Of a life that limits such joys,

She paints the world with colour,

There is no other Gwen,

The moon, a serenade,

A garden, her serenity,

By the candle glow, sleep is a stranger,

Eyes locked to the sky in thought,

A search for sincerity,

A love that offers dependability,

Like a tornado set to destroy complacency,

A restless mind, a ready heart,

Truth in words and motion

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