Foreshadowing
Foreshadowing My pages are tattered, torn, Well worn. Each chapter brings new beginnings, And change. I have eagerly leafed through, Moments, days, years, Watching my story grow. This new page is crisp, white. A chapter filled with promise, For growth. And pain. I tease the paper, Curling its edge, I am unprepared for this plot twist. In the end, I have no choice. I turn the page, And read.