Spontaneity

There it goes

far away from the identity

she has grown to call familiar

gone with the wind

it blows captured

wrapped

in what was

once recognized

thrown from a balcony

off the edge of sarcasm

she finds herself jumping

from the ledge

of his reality

dreams are where

her thoughts live freely

in the dormant ideology

of finding a prince of

honesty

in fidelity

there it goes

further away from sanity

his heart is somewhere

she may never reach

still she holds on

to her pen and pad

so she may coddle her

certainty in all that is

simply her poem…

Life.