A Heart felt Wanderlust

it has been said and done,

long ago did she realise the value,

the value of what is to be done.

swept up in fantasies she sat

under the lime tree, ants her best mate.

under stars she did wander,

wanderlust of centuries ago,

scars she’s buried deep inside.

a thought of ending,

but a light shone inside her,

telling her to never give up,

scars she has given herself,

wrists and feet tied. a barely

sung song of ages ago.

and then she did collide.

collide with a listlessness

of margarine covered appetite.

a buttery feeling of a sort,

floating in the dungeons of her own.

a prince she thought she rescued.

but trapped by his charm was she.

a need, a desire, a wanting so created,

holes in her she had created.

holes to be filled by her own.

and then she ran into the starry night

with bare feet and body, covering

herself with a hope of finding

Shelter.

Shelter in his new age,

it has been said and done, a song sung.

and now she repeats it with numb lips

and a heart felt longing of wanderlust.