Triple Stipple

 Digging in my poetry files today I found these three that were originally written separately. Today they each in turn asked to be combined with the others. I think it works; do you?

~*~*~*~

She struggled

with how

she wanted to be

endlessly understanding

unconditionally devoted

but doubted how long

the lofty ideal

could be sustained

for as a Pagan

she could be no saint

 ~*~

In this moment

she felt merely blank

Blank was an absence

of frustration and sorrow

Blank was a dearth of

anxious yearning

Blank was resistance

to disappointment

Blank signaled

she was winning

the struggle

Blank was good

  ~*~

Knowing what she

needed to do

Knowing she’d be

happier afterwards

Knowing this was

the best time to do it

didn’t make it

any easier

This was what the Goddess

made cake and wine for

Her heart heavy

she smiled to herself

with sad eyes

*~*

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