She went anyway
that’s not the point
sighing she folded
an unmentionable letter
having swum up
and out from under
all those lilies roses
—nothing personal
never regretting
the promises
or the friends
who confused her
with a proper lady
taking measured steps
ever imprisoned
by massive dreams
no offers of help
no hope of renewal
resting on deep
green currents
trusting they would
take her wherever
she needed to be
(c) 2020 by Hannah Six
(Public domain image)
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