Relic

When she can’t be strong for another,
who becomes the rock for her?

Can she find a friend in a heartbeat,
or leave with naught beneath her feet?

Will she be relic of a past milked, forgotten,
stripped of honor, beaten

Or be bathed in mercy, grace, charity,
the cloak of favor and humanity?

Compassion lives, yet she hangs by a thread,
when the flame of love now ceases to be fed.

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