Written by: lola barron

I wake and look out of the window,
The damp, grey mist reflecting my mood.

I wash, I dress, I go through the motions,
Then I walk, head down, to meet my fate.

My chest heavy with fear.
My heart thumping.

The fog is lifting and the sun is breaking through.
I lift my head and my fate is sealed.

She is there. And she is smiling.