Stranger
Sunlight plays at breach of dawn,
chasing a rippling tide across the sea
as I escape darkness like a new born fawn
from shadowed thoughts keeping pace with me
Worries flutter around me, they linger
like scurrying phantoms who leave no doubt
that if they were to only touch me with a finger
I would freeze with trepidation, unable to cry out
It's a niggling fear that chills me as the frost,
knowing someone, or myself is in grave danger
Nothing is more frightening than feeling I am lost...
realizing that to myself, I'm no more than a stranger
Copyright © Jenna Logan | Year Posted 2021
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