A Step to the Left

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She walks straight,
the rain drips down her brow,
down the tip of her nose,
soaking into her socked souls.

Glaring at the sky, she waits for the storm to let up.
She only ever stops to wring out her burlap bag dress,
just to have it drenched again,
and even then she is quick to get back to her straight line.
She looks forward and can see the sun
but she knows not to get her hopes up.
She'll never reach it.

'If only she knew,' they say,
tapping on the glass.
'If only she knew it's just a step to the left.'
Just a step to the left and she'd be off that hamster wheel.





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