Maze

Left fending her identity,

she is lost.

Trapped in this maze called life.

The twisted and distorted doors,

lay before her.

They beckon her curiosity.

What she gains by their entry,

is incredibly futile.

She presses forward,

and the years go by.

Regrettably disappointed,

by what she finds,

that she is still lost,

trapped in this maze called life.

Linda Booth


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