Stranger
This strange feeling doesn’t seem to leave
But it only becomes more extreme.
Everything around me seems positive
Ready to take on the world before me.
Nothing can diminish my enthusiasm
And I hope how I feel is not a spasm.
If only I knew what to make of it
I would know what to do with it.
I pray that this is not temporary
For I want to be in this state for eternity.
Now I see things I could never before
And want things I thought I never needed.
I hope this feeling that was a strange for me
Does not become a stranger to me.
No more do I want to put it off for long
But want to indulge in this till it lasts.
I wish to have this stranger inside me
And pray it lasts till the last breath in me.
Copyright © Fiona Herne | Year Posted 2012
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