Tags
change, circumstances, creative writing, freedom, plans, poem, poetry
she marked the calendar
she counted the days
a month
a week
a day
and then she would be free
she counted the days
a month
a week
a day
and then she would be free
but that was not meant to be
perhaps a celestial event
had transpired affecting the tides,
the ratio of day to night,
her well-laid plans
in any case nothing occurred
as she had foreseen
had transpired affecting the tides,
the ratio of day to night,
her well-laid plans
in any case nothing occurred
as she had foreseen
the day passed
and when it had
her whole world was different
and she was chained
to circumstances
without promise of release
and when it had
her whole world was different
and she was chained
to circumstances
without promise of release