Saturday, January 22, 2022

The Meaning’s Up to You

She had become
The sort convinced
Coincidence
Was always meant.

If, on her way,
Storms descended,
It meant the world
Cried out to her.

The messages
Were always there,
As were her fears
She’d be revealed,

To those who sent
The signs to her,
To be someone
Illiterate.

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