Rhythm of the Pendulum
By: Ashley Brankovic

She once heard that the future was
Only to be thought of. But the future was to come,
The path is lingering ahead of her.
As the rhythm of the pendulum swung,
Years of her perpetual memoir advanced
Though pieces from her past still mingled.
Delightfully being gifted with her long-known desire,
Growing into a dexterous veterinarian.
A carefully regulated schedule from the hours of 9-5.
Scarcely, responsibility slips from beneath
Her tips, the time would eventually tear.
Some sat waiting and wishing, and she kept
Hold of the ambition, finishing the marathon.
Continuing to pursue her trail, as other paths
Joined her hands, where she held her life.