May 21 2010
Maverick
I’ve always been maverick
a wild horse seeking higher quieter ground
watching the world from private precipice
with wary eye and distrustful gut
My inner tinkerbell
ever searching egress to escape
and when she does slip through
an unattended window and acquaints herself
with freedom
the laughing and dancing goes on for days
sometimes weeks
But she is always caught
and returned to her bottle
Unable to understand
the dangers out there
the beasts who intend her
harm
Only seeing butterflies
and sunshine
she cries behind closed doors
begging for blue sky
and unfettered freedom
I cry a little too
but I am dedicated to her safety
vigilant in her protection
no white knight
looks after her heart
or shields her from murderous fools
hungry for her soul
copyright 2010
