In the middle of the universe
There lies obstructions - and it is a society
of people who make up rules
To which most people oblige

In the darkness yet to be explored
There is a maze of paths
For which most people want to straighten & conform

In the belly of it all
Resumes a woman who will not belong
Because she has no beliefs, traditions or convictions
Odd woman out

And within that woman
Resides a soul
Exactly that
A sole
Meant to apparently be just that
Alone

Ravishing to be
Just who she wants to be
No matter what says the society
Of the universe
Of the darkness
Of the belly

There is nothing wrong with the soul
To want to be sole
When she cannot be
Who she wants to be
Presently


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From an excerpt of - Odd Woman Out
An E-Journal: The Start of What Might Be An Autobiography - a continuing piece to be found under "Stories" of Authorsden.