Your words rest
in quiet proof
of an unfettered life.
Spared public shame
and private scorn,
never heralded: wife.
Not from your father
forced to cringe
from a stranger's touch,
Nor be belle
of any ball.
Life, for you, lay undefined,
waiting for your pen.
In your words lay
humble truths and
worlds yet unexplored,
a testament to
freedom, neither
cherished nor deplored.
No expectations
nor demands, no
pedestal from
which to fall--
One doesn't have
to have seen much
to have seen it all.
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