winds of fate

unsuspecting gusts in my daze
flipping pages that I turned over
the words, they stare me in the face
the stories, in my mind they hover

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I am haunted.
Unexpectedly but surely.

I am drained.
It's the last month of my independence.
Have I failed?
I wait in dread for next month.

I am reminded of my declaration.
The vows of liberation and independence confront me.
And all these months, I've never felt so defeated.