Today, she made a decision.
It's not like what she usually makes, however.
It wasn't to jump on the leaves that were crisp with Autumn,
Or to pour herself a glass of water,
To eat gum in class.
No, it was nothing along those lines.
It was more along the lines of...
Secrecy.
Her window was inviting, and her rucksack just happened to be there..
So why not?
Why not sneak out? To feel free?
She has her rucksack slung over her shoulders and her hood shadowing her face.
She doesn't want to be found out.
This is the only way she can feel free.
She wanders the wheat fields to get to where she needs to be;
the sea.
The crashing of the waves and the lingering of salt in the air,
The murky greenness of the water, the wind in her hair...
The reflection of the moon on the sea...
It makes her feel so alive,
Not broken or silly or normal,
It makes her feel free.
Nobody is there, nobody that mocks her, or pushes her, or expects her to be something she can't be, it's just her, herself and the ocean, with the moon spectating up above, wondering what this strange, unusual friendship was.
On nights like this even her shadow leaves her, As she is in such euphoria that nothing can stand in her way,
It is just her and the ocean,
Alone at last.
(Original) but credit to -Drarry-ship- for the "even her shadow leaves her" part. I know this was different to my other poems because there wasn't much rhyme, but I wanted to make it more like a story.
But anyway, that's it for now c:
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