Poetry

The End

The end in near my Dear,

And so is the fear that fogged your sight along your healing Plight.

But you believed now the road would be clear but there you are my Dear,

Contemplating the vagueness of a so called future.

You are looking but you can’t see

There are no endings just humbling beginnings.

So embrace the fear and hold her dear,

For she will steer your clear of that which you might have missed.

And when the end is finally here you will know my Dear,

That it shall set you forth on the path to endless possibilities.

~ Catarina R. Peterson