The Immigrant, by Michael Peck

her story was a vivid tale
travels through both heaven and hell
people who wanted her
those who treated her as a cur
the tale was complete
not the type that put one to sleep
too much realism
to allow the mind
let one’s interest lag behind
the story was not one
of Christmas ease
of pretty presents under the Christmas trees
one of something
much more dear
the confrontation and escape
from utter fear
into a place
her heart could soar
a new home
she would run no more
her outlook was bright
it was pure sunlight
she knew cloudy days would still come
but they would only temporarily
block her new internal sun

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