STRANGER

As she nervously awaits outside, she slowly takes in the thin crisp air
She anxiously awaits an unknown visitor's arrival to decide her fate
She tries with every part of her being to stay calm now
The tippity-tap of the keyboard can only open or close the door to her happiness

Even the musical sound of nature is unable to drown out her beating heart
Her sub-conscience struggles with her conscience telling her there's nothing to fear
Fearing her emotions will overpower her as she relives her life story as if
written in a book

She drifts away listening to the crickets chirping as they cleverly hide in the
bright green blades of grass as camouflage
If only she could be that small so no-one could see her while she chirps
along side them

Un-willingly, she slowly recaptures reality of the present time
She still remains outside taking in the crisp air as she is consciencely aware
that her life story must reluctantly be told to a stranger while she types
what my life was like stopping at the present

By Trish Cockburn

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