Not Yet Done

Emerging from the woods at sunrise,

I scarcely could believe my breath

I was preparing for demise,

A painful end without reprise

Abandoned, lost, and doomed for death

My clothing ripped, my scratches bleeding

I looked up to the dawning sky

Why did it hide when I was pleading?

A time of sorrow superseding

When I believed ‘twas time to die?

Yet here I was, alive and healing

My strength returning with the sun

The heated rays my wounds were sealing

My joy anew the light revealing

I realized I was not yet done

The sun rose high above the trees

And I walked out onto the plain

A gentle wind called in a tease

And I surrendered to the breeze

Then stepped towards living life again

Viktoria Nikola
April 2018





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