Her 12 year exile was coming to it's end,
As she packed up her life and prepared them to send,
Three kinds of exile; short, middle and long,
Though that voice deep within needs earth for its song,
Abandoned by your country all life is a mystery,
Roaming loose and free, unburdened by history,
Heart dripping, soul dancing to an unknown groove,
Evict, expel, exile, remove
Prompt:
https://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/2019-april-pad-challenge-day-25
Word vomit & random scribbles on scraps of paper,post-its, & beer mats, Images of my journey, visual thoughts, through various mind frames,
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