I once met this girl whose soul was
different from other peoples, it radiated from her like light around a storm
cloud, for this girls soul was wild and free, though this was not how she
wanted it to be.
This was not what felt right for her, it
did not feel like the way
However since she was born she had felt the
pull, when the rain drops fell fat and full, She wanted to run to a new far
away land without a care or a though for those she abandoned. Her father had
done it to her though as she grew she felt for him so; for when the pull
wrapped its hands around you all you could do was go.
To run and fly and float away until she
felt free for another day.
How
did this happen I had asked her as her blue eyes dance and twinkled with
child like glee
A
gypsy curse was laid upon me
Her father had broken the heart of a raven
haired woman not knowing where her heritage ran and she had taken her life with
a razor blade fan; he had been cursed, never to settle again, perpetually in
limbo and his heart in pain and for her it started when she was young when the
rain ran thick tap tapping at her window giving her the urge to run. She fought
the Urge for as long as she could but sooner or later the rain came in a flood.
Run,
run as fast as you can her mother screamed after her as she ran