She moves with grace
through the hoard of people
as though it were a dance.
She nods to those she knows
rarely stopping to chat
continuing to float through the room
a silent ghost in high heels.
She is screaming inside her mind.
Too many people
too many details
too many what ifs……
Knowing that she will fail.
Must get free from the claustrophobic heat
from the people
the voices that shout for her attention
sliding out the door to the winter lawn
her breath coming in short bursts.
Drawing close her cloak
she follows the pathway of desire
no sound
but for the sound of crackling snow
full moon
lighting up the glade
there he waits
the harbor in which she is safe.
Oct. 1/18
Photo by Célina Rohrbach on Unsplash

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom

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