Grounded Poem by Nell Sheridan

Grounded

The water ripples gently, the trees, reflected with perfection,
I wonder how and why, my life, ever landed amidst this intersection,
I miss walking the beach, crisp air, incredible views in every direction,
I miss laughing, plentifully, loved ones in abundance now a reflection,
I miss the excitement, new shows, exhibits to change the way you think,
I miss my lookout, sounique, I would breath deep standing upon the brink,
Everything you could want, attainable, no room for boredom or melancholy,
Now here I am, lonely bored, hating each and every hour almostpotentially,
Where do I go? , to survive, the fact that I have been conditionally grounded,
Wings clipped, no favour,that judge's words for days and weeksresounded,
Does he know? , essentially, the true effects of that fateful decision,
Or does he care? , transparently, for my forced yet founded state of contrition,
Will he ever? , understand, the grounding of a happygypsyheart and thedetriments,
A free heart, happiness, one eye on a distant horizon the mind filled with absences,
Escape reality, momentarily, recollect the beauty remaniss uponmagic expired,
Calm yourself, gypsy heart, now only your mind will traverse those places desired,
A gypsy, hobbled, the irony is far far to obtusely profound,
An escape, of the mind, this roaming gypsy heart has ultimately found,
Tie your knots, padlocks too, instead of remaining hopeful of a wishful return,
This gypsy heart, gypsy soul, for the call of the horizon her heart will ever yearn,
Here I stay, effectively, bruised and beaten by a man with no conscientiousto boast,
Bruised and beaten, ever more, this gypat has sights upon the distant magical east coast,
One day, freedom, will pulse back through her veins,
Until then, firmly still, this shackled gypsy silently remains.

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