AN: This was written a couple of months back in a moment of intense frustration. I haven't changed it much, but if you think something's wrong, do tell me.
Break Away
There was once a little lamb,
A naive little dreamer,
Herded and guided where ever she went.
Love given unconditionally,
For who could resist
Her wide eyed innocence
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Growing up an only child,
She lived in a world of her own.
Obedience and etiquette
And loneliness in a friendly disguise
Muffled her once forthright voice.
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A polite young woman,
Already so withdrawn,
Ducks her head when spoken to.
A raise in the tenor of her quiet voice
Colors her face cherry red.
But in her faceless character
Is a zest for life
Hidden beneath
The layers of uncertainty.
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Misguided now,
She follows the shepherd
Who will only rain down upon her,
Smother her dreams
And drown her in his single mindedness.
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But now she is aware
Of this danger,
Of losing herself
Fear hits her hard.
She has to escape.
To live in fear
Would be death itself.
She would rather fly with the winds
And come crashing down.
But in her flight
She is caught and held,
Like an injured bird
She spirals down
Towards the hard unyielding ground.
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She opens her bleary eyes,
Feels the ache in her bones.
Under the harsh sun
She feels exposed,
For all that she is
And all that she wants.
She bows her head in defeat,
Like a common thief
Before the court of law.
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Trembling with rage
At her disobedience,
Her shepherd, like a snake,
Gives only a faint hiss of anger
Before coming down upon her
In all his fury.
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Broken and defeated,
She has lost all that she was
She follows her shepherd
Ever so faithfully.
But in her mind she is lost
As lost as a guileless child
Abandoned by its parents.
Until a kindred spirit appears
And mends all that was broken.
In that loving, shady relief,
She grows and strengthens.
Faith and belief restored,
She is restless
To spread her wings
And fly away into paradise.
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On a dark, cloudy night,
She quietly takes flight
Pure happiness touches her
As she flies where the wind leads her.
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And here I stand,
Below this jeweled ceiling
Five years later,
The wind trying to seduce me,
Evoking in me that need to fly;
Experienced enough
I calmly refuse,
The wind will take me to the deserts
Only to abandon me there.
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It is only I who decides
Where I may fly.
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Yes, I have fallen
Again and again.
But here I stand before you
This night
Upon my own sturdy feet.
I may not be that shooting star
Who claims attention,
Nor am I a bright jewel
In the inky black sky;
I am one of those stars
Too far away from this earth
For you to see me shine
In all my glory.
But I am there
Just as bright
Too far for you to realize
My splendor and worth,
But one day I shall fly too
And you'll regret all that you ever said.
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Now I look to the horizon,
Put despair behind me
And take hope in the approaching new day.
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