Rites of Passage

This passage of rites
though which she walks – accomplice –
is burgeoning with echoes
of memories she’ll never have.
The footsteps resounding
are those of her loved ones,
for whom she
willingly
holds the train,
it’s weight of expectation
dragging at her resolve.
She grieves for all that she
does.
not.
want.
and her loss of certainty
is her greatest loss of all.

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