She is weak,
She is strong,
Her heart beats wildly,
It no longer beats at all,
She can stand tall,
She has no feet at all,
Her tears run rivers,
Her rivers run dry,
She thinks she can live forever,
She knows she going to die,
She lost all hope,
She believed in all,
She never not believed,
In what she could have been.
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K DeMers Dowdall
Karen DeMers Dowdall was born in West Hartford, Connecticut. She has lived in Taiwan, Saudi Arabia, and England. Karen has a PhD, MSN, BSN, RN in Nursing from Florida Atlantic University. “Books of every genre teach us about life, how we think, and view the world." She has written poems and little short stories since she was a child. Karen loves art, she enjoys drawing, painting in oils, pastels, colored pencils, and doing portraiture. She has also taken ballet, Jazz, and modern dance since she was three years old and owned her own dance studio.
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