Wednesday, May 15, 2013

The breeze

I was going to be calm and sedate

I was going to accept my fate

The mask had not slipped, nor was there a hair out of place

In faultless lines I had lived my days 

Remembering to look only ever forward, no hint of dismay

It was not meant to be…

Suddenly I felt the breeze in my hair


Something snapped inside of me. 

Laeeka Khan

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