July 15th, 2011
A fantasy turns to Dust.
tearing myself from rutted routine
leaping 1800 miles
to try out a fantasy.
landing in a mine field
False starts ,insecurity ,
reality rears its ugly head.
Stuck between love and freedom
forced concessions and bad compromise
unable to give up .
I feel unimportant,
old and in the way.
a third class citizen
homeless in my own home
all of my needs unfulfilled
is this love?
stuck in the back of the bus on this ride.
I must give up myself to survive.
What is ... is.
