Chrissy Horning - My Turn

Standing in line, biding my time
Behind an unintentionally slow man with glasses
'Excuse me Sir. It's my turn.'

Sacrificing my smile, days full of denial
Retreating to solitude is no longer an option
'Excuse me Dread. It's my turn.'

Expelling the poison that's shattered my faith
Revealing an undeniable poise and grace
'Excuse me Pain. It's my turn.'

Moving forward with genuine strides
Power and love are this journey's drive
An attainable destination manifested by hope.

'Excuse me Time. It's my turn.'

Chrissy Horning

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