The wanderlust
All that remained was a feather left in the dust of her
captive cage
Misery loves company but her loneliness was like a gnawing
hunger pain
No good deed goes unbeaten, unscathed, unharmed
A longing for a rapture long overdue consumed her mind, body
and heart for she knew
That it was out there waiting… somewhere patiently as her
impatience grows steadily
Like a tiger gracefully and peacefully preying on dinner
She only needed to move on from her past, her pains, and the
weight pushing down on her like water rolling over her, trapped by a shoelace
caught in debris
Damn shoelace, should be easy to free
Censored, caged, taking a stand, ageism, sexism, blonde-ism
A utopia it’s not; but the negativity consumes, distracts,
and derails
Or does it?
Stronger, faster, patience grows, character built, endurance
lasts longer
All that remained was a feather left in the dust of her once
captive cage
Dreams, wishes, and hopes come true
No longer caged, balance, faith, and love renew
The wanderlust is the rebirth of something new
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