The Long Dark Hall
By: Alice Parker
A tall boy,
A short girl,
Walking
Down a long
dark hall.
As they get closer,
They merge,
Leaving one tall girl
To walk alone,
In the long dark
hall.
She began her
journey,
Towards destiny,
Sometimes needing to
crawl,
That her fingertips
might be closer to crevices of Hope.
Pushing her way
toward what Was, Is, and Will be; Destiny.
Crawling with Hope at
her fingertips,
The long dark hall,
Began to grow a
little less dark.
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