Gypsy

I was a gypsy in your winds.
But now I've settled into something
I didn’t know I was supposed to become.
Secretly…between you and me…
I feel trapped.
The darkness that once empowered me
is trickling away,
and all I once was
is no longer welcome.
I’m struggling with the truth:
that I could once fly so freely…
and now I lay here, crying
for someone else’s sin.
I used to be a gypsy in your winds.
Now I’m blinded
by the very thing I thought I needed.
This gypsy wants to go back into the woods...
to stay away
from all the things she should.

For those who listen between the lines.
Elaine Degro

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Grieving in Silence

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Supongo que sí