Rose Poem by Vera Sidhwa
Rose
I rose out of the fog,
That was my life.
I couldn't by me,
Figure out this strife.
I stayed in the middle,
Of the fog and the norm.
My problems were now,
A norm.
Whether I do this or do that,
It doesn't seem to matter.
My brainwaves move in a chatter.
I finally rose out of the fog.
I started going here and there.
I started my life over.
It seemed the fog was over.
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