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.
Copyright © lola barron | Year Posted 2012
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