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What a strange reunion this is,
Seasons tumble over each other as she waits
Spells of wait is all it takes.

Sure, steady feet lead the way
Questioningly, into the mirror, she gazes
Scanning a tangle of nerves, tears and fears
In the mesh there’s happiness too, somewhere…

Which knot can she untie, to make lucid
Her thoughts, her feelings, her beliefs and values?
The door is half open, she explores
For once, she rushes to the door
Shuts it tied. Locked inside
She gathers pieces from around.
Some are missing, some she found.
Is she a one, a whole again.
Or did that stranger take some away?
The friends she had, her parents too
Some foes she collected walking through.

What has she to offer now.
Only present, not the past.
Tucking her dreams far away, carefully, that they don’t dispel
Covers the confused tangle, veiled beneath the unmarked
Now there’s a knock on that door,
Theres another, impatient this time. She implores for some more time
Silently, she prays, forgives, forgets and regrets.
Lightly she steps on the old floor, making her way to unlock the door
Hundred questions buzzing, a hundred dreams astar
A hundred No’s and a hundred Yeses
A hundred years more to live.