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She Let Herself Go

She let herself go, they say.

How wrong they are, how little they know.

She simply stopped fighting time,

stopped fighting nature

and ceased being a slave,

to the unreachable dictations of society,

just briefly.

She focused instead on the real things,

pressing for her attention.

She let herself in.

She let herself rest.

She let herself be.

She let herself out.

At no point did she let herself go, my friend.

Quite the opposite.

If only they could see it.

If only they could do it too.

From ‘the right words’ by Donna Ashworth

Art by Dawn of the shed

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