Vagabond

Vagabond

Feet run cold on crackling leaves 

In between birches standing erect.

The sun stands still as it watches her dart

Past sentries guarding centuries. 

Clad in winter worries and silver spoons 

She runs from snakes and wolves

 Snakes and wolves with their payments of compliments,

for what?

What do they want? 

To stop her in a tangle

In a mad subjection to the very thing she fears. 

A naivete that threatens to quell 

Her thinking heart.

So she keeps running, at least

Until coils drag her blindly backward 

Justifying childish forgetfulness.

Left in limbo

A vagabond.

~Lauren~

Habitus Insaniam

Habitus Insaniam

The wild and bewildered things hang on the fringe

With insanity's name reserved. 

Hardly.

We blindly declare ourselves:

Asinine,

Vacuous,

And, yes, inane.

Encountering a door we closed 

The mistake stares us in the face 

"I promise to learn"

"I promise to change"

Said as we welcome it in again.

"It will be different"

"It will be better"

Repined through ensuing delirium.

Caught in the dizzying carousel 

Fatuously wondering why our heads spin

And our pleas fall short.

We expected an easy aberration

...

One that was not promised 

And cannot be achieved alone. 

I am not exempt from this travesty.

This insanity. 

~Lauren~