The Horizon Poem by Nancy Chanthakoun

Reminded of her past
Holding hands that keep her safe
Deceiving faces hidden underneath
The next step could be her last
Fearful of what’s to come
She steps and stills
Coldness touches her very soul
Keeping her chained in the
Forever bounds of her memories
The horizon clears her mind
Freeing herself from the grays of her life
Maybe one day, she’ll be free from the consuming pain
But now, patience is her virtue, her key to freedom.