My Time

Marion Thomas


He came to me

Clad in black, yet bathed in light

And sat with me

And watched

And waited

And listened

To every breath, every murmur, every sigh I took

He wanted me

I felt his presence all around me

Yet I only saw him before me

He was so beautiful

Everything I ever wanted in anyone

Gentleness exuded in his eyes

Depth behind his warm smile

And suddenly I knew the meaning behind it

There was no flash of my life before me

No fear or regret or loneliness or pain

Only longing and readiness

For my time...

And my angel of mercy to take my hand and lead me away



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Links to my writing samples:
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Argumentative analysis
Research perspective
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Links to my poetry samples:
A Fish Out Of Water
My Time

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