Sunday, 17 November 2013

The Wheel










The Wheel

The shutters are down
The air is thin
I search my heart
But I know not where to begin

I cannot settle east
I cannot settle west
I need a break of fortune
To offer me some rest

For where my heart is taking me
My talent can be pursued
But conversation fights me all the way
And persecutes my will

My strength is waning within me now
I fight to keep my way
I know not which direction I should take
To turn, to break away

I run from the wheel that grinds me down
The one that bears on me
I keep my tender straight and true
And head for freedom’s light

By Serina Hartwell
Author of The Hidden Saga

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