Now I watch the shadows, they dance on the white washed walls of this tiny room.
Tonight I'm a shadow boxer, fighting something I may never defeat.
The windows are wide open to welcome in the cold that keeps me alive.
I ponder the year ahead with fists tight and my right hook ready.
Can we get lost among our daydreams? I hope so.
To be lost means there is a chance we might be found.
Stella Bighair Copyright © 2012
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