My Ballot
I cast my ballot for Destiny
My dreams halted
My mind behind bars
An inconsolable thought
I greet Destiny with a tired smile
Destiny stares back at me.
She perseveres.
We meet in the middle
Of a fog
Hand outstretched, overfilled with serenity
I am solemn
Solemnly tranquil
as our hands intertwined
I live vicariously through Her
We are linked by the Fates.
Our lives.
No longer separate or singular
Thankfully and longingly
I regret my monotonous life.
A life without myself
Without Destiny
I slip my ballot past the gate.
I vote for my future.
Copyright © Mary Putthoff | Year Posted 2023
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