She Turns

Facing the cutting wind

Eyes watering in memories

Her lips concealing a grin

Tangled in realities

She'd rather not endure

Remembering apologies

Laminated in conjecture

Levied by adversaries

Unsettling alliances whisper

Within the relentless wind

Countering reason and closure

Resisting inner sanguine

She turns her back

To the setting sun

Facing her shadow's track

Unwilling to be overrun.

Edwin James