Breakaway Poem by Julie A Smith

Pink,
blue,
and lavender
paint the sky
Gorgeous.
It is agreeable on her.
The color of her adornment.
As the setting sun
shows off
her glory
with brilliant
hues
and bold strokes,
the girl
feels inspired
as she beholds
the sunset's beauty, tranquility,
and breathtaking passion.

Her burdens
have pushed her down
recently.
Sometimes she unconsciously
sells herself short.
Sometimes she wants
to run away.
Far away.
The ocean calls out to her,
and she doubts she will ever
miss the cornfields.
She wants to breakaway.
The song plays in her head.
Is what she has enough to keep her here?
There are those
who would attempt
to stop her.
But they
cannot make the choice for her.
They do not walk
where she walks.
They do not deal
with what she deals with.

Discouragement is
not a friend to her.
Hope tries to encourage her.
Lack shines a spotlight
and laughs at her.
Faith tells her
Better days are ahead.
And she could quote
Robbie Seay.
The clock
keeps on ticking
and it irritates her
as her life
flashes by in a blink.
She feels melodramatic.
Melancholy.
Alone.
Weary.
Tired of being
the square peg
in the round hole.
The changes
she hoped to make
seem too much
with no one
by her side.
She doesn't choose
to be alone.
Yet that is her reality.
She cannot deny that.