Dreamers of Day
She lived only for that moment
When silence met with the echoes
Born from longing
Plucking at the strings of fate
Moulded by time.
Time moving through her,
Around her
Beside her
Never before her
Wavy, cyclical, never linear.
Linearly holding herself
In the confines of notions prejudiced
Shattering expectations
With her unequivocal saunter
Becoming, chance arriving.
Arriving at the destination
Courage summoned from within
Through the maze, flowing, reaching
Wielding only herself, a masterpiece
The epitome of self.
@Sue.ketter
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