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Lady of the Mist



Dave Oakes


I saw a woman walking through the mist
She looked all haggard and worn
Walking through life not knowing she missed
The pleasures to which she was born.
Somewhere in her formative years
Those around her robbed her of her soul
Loading onto her shoulders the crosses she bears
Not thinking twice about the life they had stole.
There was a time in her wonderful youth
When she knew what was in her heart
But somewhere along the way she lost the truth
And to find it she didn’t know where to start.
I saw a woman walking through the mist
Her head was full of all she had been taught
Thinking they had given her all the clues
But stumped for the answers which she sought
Needing to find the candle and a match to light the fuse.
I saw a woman walking through the mist
Clearly she was searching for the end
Finding all roads she tried tough as a fist
She seemed to never find the way to the bend.
I saw a woman walking through the mist
Who saw a shiny shimmering light
Aiming for the light, hoping she was found and not missed
Wanting to find a way, any way, out of her plight.
I saw a lady walking toward the light
Traveling as fast as she could possibly go
Needing to soar through time to end her flight
Desperately needing to allow herself to grow.
I saw a lady who reached the light
She broke out in a tremendous boom
Finally she had been delivered
As if rebirthed from her mothers womb.










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