Ziwtra
She stood in the doorway;
A pariah in this hurtful world,
Never again would such a mistake be possible.
From showy to mundane her image dragged,
A rigid line defines her status.
Her lonely look moves others to tears.
Again she is shrouded in darkness;
Regretful of her actions past,
But she began to stir and left her past behind her.
To look to the future,
To pass the doorway;
The barrier of emotions,
Hers and others alike,
She strode through.
Proud of herself and leaving the opinions of others behind;
A new life began for her then.
One of freedom and honesty,
And yet the stares of others continued.
She was unmoved.
Looking forward to the good times;
The doorway was no longer an obstacle.