The Girl

A fall day, I walk down a path

The sky, is a blue, mixed with a stormy sky

It is clear with a cloud sheltering the sun

This path contains curves and turns

It is guided by dead, dark red leaved bushes

The trees are alive, but seem sad.

As I wonder upon this path

Much like my life, unaware of where I am headed

I see a sand colored brick tower

The entry way is guarded by a long, black steel gate.

The gate is open

There is The Girl

Light blue skin, orange dress, long brown hair

She is falling out of the gate

As if she were pushed, or jumped

She as well, is unsure of where she is headed

Her fate, lies in the hands of her fear, and her faith.