Twisting Through Time

She took me through time,to the point in my past

where I was at my lowest.

When I was lost.

Tears in my eyes,

I watched the memory.

as she struggled through

what I had long left behind me.

The second scene I saw

brightened my mood for sure.

The me in my future,

looked happy and surrounded by grandeur.

The Ghost pointed to a window in the corner,

with tiny faces pressed to the pane.

A man angrily waved them away,

and continued sipping on his Champagne.

I looked at me in anticipation,

surely she would not deny,

children of a meal and roof;

and a little Christmas pie?

She knows, said the Ghost;

but they have grown accustomed,

to the suffering of the poor;

while the rich are free to squander.

The Ghost said,

in her sagely manner;

you do not have to go down that path.

The future is a frontier.

Nothing is set in stone,

no tomorrow is final.

Every moment you make a choice,

a choice that leads to the ensual.

The person you were in the image,

you alone have the power to alter.

She is what you become by choice,

a choice can be made for better.

I woke up in the morning,

feeling like had the strangest dream;

Outside the snow fell,

as the new day was dawning.

Knowing what I had to do,

I grabbed a coat and Apple pie.

I raced down to the icy road,

and watched tiny faces light up with joy.

I thought I saw a figure at the far end of the street,

As we sat there eating  and making merry.

I thought she looked like the Ghost in my dream;

But I could've sworn she looked more like a Fairy.