100th Evidence

A hundred poems, a hundred small scars She who chased perfection, found something else instead It wasn't the flawless things she wished for But it was a pulse that kept beating Ink for blood Thoughts said she'd never do it She thought it would amount to nothing But the paper had something up its sleeve She cried... Not because she failed But because the journey had come to an end She was still in the ring with July July had once shown her dust It took her mentor... Uncle He left before the harvest of his work He'll never say how proud he is July came with another fight July came with her payment We all rejoiced at the ray of sunshine We all rejoiced at his late harvest But she felt her soul leave her body She's a hard nut to crack A boulder she has become Don't mistake her for finished Don't mistake her for glass Despite all this, she hangs by a thread