Poem: Wayward

She grows old and tires of being restless and, ultimately, with great trepidation, forces herself to settle down. She marries for all the wrong reasons, seeming right at the time, and fakes happiness, as it waxes and wanes with each additional year. Every moment is a nightmare and while most would be truly happy, would be settled and firmly content with what has become, her thoughts drift, as they always have, to turbulent things. To things thoughts should not drift to. Perhaps her childhood has ruined her, strayed her course for good…

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