"Just one," he urges, with a serpents tongue.
"Just one," she whispers, her fate seems sealed.
"A little bite; nay a nibble." he seduces on.
She sighs and stares and contemplates.
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The trials come quick, like the early spring shower.
There are those moments of downpour that consume her life.
A little break, a restbit, a haven, is all that is needed.
She protects herself from those moments of downpour.
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Confined to who they have told her to be.
Confined to a vision she has set in her mind.
"This is my role," she gladly presents,
but wonders if there is possibly more.
More beyond the boundary and barrier that holds her in.
More beyond the shoulds and should nots that play in her mind.
More beyond who she has become.
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The wind blows moments of change right by.
It comes and goes and wraps around.
It lends and lifts and calls to her.
She follows the wind and realizes that she is no longer the same.
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The secret is in the going, in the going, and never to stop.
2 comments:
oh, i love those. my poem still rings true... xoxo
I love that you consider that your poem.... I do to.... Lol And yes some days it feels truer than ever. Bring on the umbrella. - hugs
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