Standing in line, biding my time <br />Behind an unintentionally slow man with glasses <br />'Excuse me Sir. It's my turn.' <br /> <br />Sacrificing my smile, days full of denial <br />Retreating to solitude is no longer an option <br />'Excuse me Dread. It's my turn.' <br /> <br />Expelling the poison that's shattered my faith <br />Revealing an undeniable poise and grace <br />'Excuse me Pain. It's my turn.' <br /> <br />Moving forward with genuine strides <br />Power and love are this journey's drive <br />An attainable destination manifested by hope. <br /> <br />'Excuse me Time. It's my turn.'<br /><br />Chrissy Horning<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-turn-9/
