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Calyn Degnan

What Will I Do?

By Calyn Degnan
Alone, me, the wind, and the endless sea of constellations
I place myself on a boulder and try to find a face in the stars
I ask aloud “am I supposed to feel this way?”
Out of the dark, seemingly from the craterous moon,
A voice like warm honey, replies
“Only for now, you are my strong little girl, you can fight through, learn from this time”
I tense like an animal that has been spotted
I relax from curiosity and ask,
“Is it my time to go?”
Now from above the treetops, around the little dipper
The voice answers again
“No, not yet. You still have purpose there”
With a sigh I ask my final question
“How am I supposed to stay here if I don’t know my purpose?”
Behind me much quieter than before
like a gentle breeze that lifts the hair on my neck
The same soothing voice answers “baby girl that is for you to decide”
Now distant, the voice finishes our intimate chat with something I’ll never forget
“I`ll see you when it is your time honey, as for now enjoy what we give you”
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