The Rest of Her Life
Each day was the best day for the rest of her life.
Having conquered the darkness, she was master of her own destiny
which now could be the positive conjuring of will.
The long desired, unspeakable joy was becoming a reality.
When the way grew troublesome she did not care,
reminding herself that fate had dealt a hand of variance completely and
uniquely distinct from any known previously.
Caution often caught her thoughts, suggesting a twisted outcome of irony.
6/30/18
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Copyright © Janis Medders Tobechi | Year Posted 2018
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