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A Mark Upon My Soul

In the still of the night

My tears will fall,

People wonder why

I still cry at all.

But some sorrows survive

The passing of time,

The changing of the seasons

Without reason or rhyme.

I’ve been through those doors

That fate once hid from me,

Touched by such sorrow that would drive

A strong man to his trembling knee.

Sometimes the falling rain

Matches me tear for tear,

While the moaning wind’s cries,

Echo with mine in my ear.

I guess that it’s just a mark upon my soul,

Even though it happened a while ago,

Sometimes, some things once broken,

Can never again be whole,

And a woman just has to live with,

A mark upon her soul.

Poem copyrighted © 2004 by Lydia Warner Miller

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