I can see the future; I’m a girl ahead of her time.
Looking into mother’s eyes, I see history.
Past and future collide, spinning a vortex.
Voices of lives, now gone, dance in my head.
Songs of coming victories resound triumphantly.
Insanity hears a cacophony of many voices at once.
I separate each strand of this mysterious melody.
Lost in meaning and emotion I vibrate with life.
Every possibility awakens, hums, and then fades.
Will I walk boldly, as did Joan, into looming war?
Flesh vs fear– who shall claim a victory?
I’m a girl ahead of her time; I can see the future.
By: Christine G. Stuart
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