Snake-like tendrils stretch out,
Grasping for purchasing
Like hair in the wind
Yet strong, powerful
Intentional in their reach.
Feet firmly planted
Basking in the sun
Indifferent to the eyes
Watching in wonder
Unaware of the tension
Holding her in place.
A prisoner of her own strength
Held in place by tendrils of memory
Longing to let go yet
Afraid of the horror left
In the wake of her collapse
She stands tall, proud,
Hiding the cracks in her foundation.
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