
Reason
Her mind full of dread
She had taken the walk
to clear her head
No more cheap talk
It was the reason she fled
The route had taken her
to a place unrecognized
She was now unsure
and feeling polarized
What was the lure
The wicked chill of the night
Did little to clear her thoughts
The dismal shroud of fright
Still tying her in knots
She was feeling the vicious bite
Taking leave to find her grace
And reach some reason
Lost in time and place
She exorcised the demon
Gone without a trace
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
Dismal
Walk
Leave
Lost
Go Dog Go Cafe – Tuesday Prompt – Wicked Chill
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