Bravery exits in many forms. To the settler, wandering is of the brave…to the gypsy, settling is the most courageous.
One day you will fall in love he said,
Turned his face and walked away.
I singed his heart with my ways;
My detached calculative cold ways.
‘I love you”, he said
‘From the heart of my hearts and soul of my soul.’
But all I did was read my books
He was a confidant, aide and friend,
Never the lover he intended.
I was raised to be a conformist,
But I turned into a rebel instead.
I rebelled to agree to your proposal
I rebelled to the luxuries you offered
I rebelled to your “madame”
I rebelled to hold your hand and walk the path,
Because the authors had more adventure, and the
Poets more romance.
You never understood the love ,
Of a wandering heart and curious soul,
I fell in love with unknown people
Yearned for places I never knew
I desired for more than you had to offer;
Or any man at all.
I fell in love everyday, and turned a page, and walked away.
Poetry is balm to the heart, often subdued by the brain.