The rain dances around her

Her hair is disheveled

A gust of wind sends her skirt

flying through the night

A few stragglers are caught

catching a glimpse

But she doesn’t care,

as she continues on

Stiletto’s tick tock on the pavement

But where is she heading?

Walking with purpose

and no destination

She doesn’t care where

As long as it is not

in the opposite direction

Her umbrella folds upward

She allows it to fall

She’s continues to walk

as rain drops become tears

She let’s go of all fears

replacing them with ambition

Where is she heading,

a stranger asks.

With the rain on her back

wind sweeping her hair

She doesn’t miss a beat

For she has discovered

her purpose…

Ashley Cole





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