Legends make
and legends break
and some are clouds
for truth…
We stalk fame
Wear blinders
Deny greed
Worship lust
Somber propositions
streaked with blood
outsmart watchful eyes
Run to save the children
those vulnerable ones
wounds still tender
No matter how guarded
no matter how impenetrable the walls
expose the beast, fight the devil
Let truth define the legend.
(Written for all those women, men, and children exploited by the famous and powerful. Linking up with Eugi’s Causerie weekly prompt: legend.)
One Woman's Quest 
Wonderful poem. I particularly like the first stanza and how you go full circle to the end. Delightful.
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Thanks LuAnne!
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I particularly like the first stanza. It could even stand on its own.
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Thanks Liz…interesting.
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You speak the truth with your words, V.J. Legends aren’t always what they appear to be and your last line says it all. Thank you so much for participating.
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Thanks Eugi. My pleasure, always.
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My pleasure!
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Love the play on the word legend. We all need to stop walking around with our blinders on, reset priorities.
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Thanks Heather. Hopefully we are learning that now.
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I’d like to think so, but always a few steps forward and a few back, it’s a long path. You are welcome.
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I certainly hope so.
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Very heartfelt, thank you. This is beautiful and sad all at the same time.
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