Did I look as shielded as I felt,
in my armor, AncientHard?
Did the velvet tresses that I wore,
in their drape and cotton softness,
whisper of the battles seen
that left their barer BleedingScarred?

Did you ever know the wounds you opened,
when you fought your own GhostFears?
Did you know the sorrow mixed with woman blood
that poured on friendship's alter stone,
and birthed my WeaponTears?

Did you know the TimelessCircleThread
was drawing to a close?
Did you hear me, SisterWomanFriend
when again, I had to go?


By Suli Marr