True to my nature, I continue to stay Present, Live and Direct
There’s not a soul walking Earth that I perceive as a threat.
I’d rather burn in the sun than hide in someone’s shadow
I refuse to find comfort in strangers eager to play Operator
Eager to fiddle with the locomotion governing my train of thought.
ill-intent — with its crooked wheels — is quick to be derailed,
From my track, bulldozing its way through some wayward woods
Where it rightfully belongs — getting lost in its own confusion
— and still, some part of me continues to hope
It finds itself a home.
– O.D. ©2023
Art by: arcipello
4 Replies to “Wayward.”
Right on! Gotta be true to yourself. Took me a long time…
I believe there are many things in the world that encourage people to not be themselves. Social Media is definitely one of them.
To have found ourselves is truly a gift Paula ✨
Great writing O.D. I appreciate honest twist at the end…
‘and still, some part of me continues to hope/ It finds itself a home.’
Thank you Bree. Sometimes I worry that I make excuses for things I shouldn’t lol