Julie A Smith
Freedom (Call of the Wild Mustang)
She presses repeat again
as another day feels exactly the same.
The same tasks, the same thing.
Boredom and monotony.
Wasn't she made for something more?
Settling for routine.
Yes, she is aware of that.
She grapples with the fact
that settling is a bad thing,
and she wonders in how many ways
is fear holding her back?
The wind blows, again.
Time marches forward.
Tic tic tic.
The hours ebb along.
She longs to feel
the wind whip through her hair
as she sees the palm trees
and the Pacific Ocean.
She wants to go to Prague,
and to one day honeymoon
Her expired passport
and while she is independent,
she doesn't want to travel alone,
nor be alone.
she feels uninspired.
But she smiles happily as she watches the wild mustangs
kick up their heels
with freedom and abandon,
as they roam free on the prairie.
Then a sigh escapes her lips,
as she feels tired of wearing a saddle,
and tired of the bit in her mouth.
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