‘With a constant beauty
Amidst a wave of charm
Who in this world would ever bring you harm?’
She lay contemplating her dire situation;
The complexities or absence of such, sometimes
Of life.
She knew that the time was approaching when she would have
to make that decision
The intricacy of such
Weighed upon her like a behemoth upon her chest.
Yet she knew she could not be bested, not even by herself.
And as such, the decision was to be made.
So she uncovered her fog ridden desperation
And climbed into what was to take her away.
All along she knew that it was never her place to stay..
So alas, she ventured into what she deemed to be her duty,
What she deemed to be the solution to her questions asked,
Not merely even, her given task.
Yet, as she climbed in
With one foot forward
Ready to go
A single thought process pierced through.
‘Who in this world would ever bring me harm?”
Just then and there
Her reflection was caught in the mirror ever so swiftly
With the dawning of realization,
Slowly she whispered
“Me”
-Charlie
