The Victor
by Sondra Ball
You bruised and broke my spirit.
But tomorrow came.
Dewdrops fell on rose buds.
A baby was born.
The sun rose.
You stole my joy.
You caused me pain.
But I rose up the victor
when I overturned the night.
volume 11(6)
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