A Collective of Poems

The break

Like a refreshing wake up call to the new world order

Paved with peace of mind and wonder

The trip back

A crushing weight

Realizing all I was awoken to is now leaving me behind as I go backwards once more

Into a familiar area

That has brought me deep dread

Being here

A troublesome life

Filled with doubt and fear and worry

A bucket of ice poured over my head in a shocking wave.

Stealing my breath and making me see the world I am destined to always be a part of

The dreadfilled, melancholy, dull life.

Of someone who wants to see the world

But is to afraid to leave the area which holds her back

Not because it is comfortable

But because she always ends up back where she began

In a cage.