Leila's Journey
Her outlook had been a barren, rubble-filled landscape
for as long as she remembered.
Leila lived alone,
ate alone,
slept alone
and didn’t dream at all.
Staring out from her window she noticed a tiny difference,
a delicate seedling.
The mornings gained a sense of purpose as,
through a layer of glass,
she witnessed the growth of something new.
She began to dream of opportunity and desire.
The seedling blossomed
with a rare beauty
and she thought of its scent.
Determined to conquer her fear of the outdoors
Leila focused on the bloom
…she never saw the speeding car.
**for Nikko's Twist and Shock contest
Copyright © Sharon Tideswell | Year Posted 2010
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