Interfering Waves

I wouldn’tve known she wore a cross ‘round her neck
And fought valiantly to an end
Having said, “Thank you,” to the sea
That surprise-opponent-turned-friend

Would she have been allowed as many stars in her crown
If, for days, upon months, turned to years
She’d not put her pen down
To feel, then to tell — hostile witness, to interfering tears?

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