So bound are we
by customs,
and customary,
that seldom
do we recognize
absence –
sparks numbed
and motivation
dwindled –
what is awry
morphs into
projection,
deflection –
easier than
untethering
the leash,
the fear
accompanying
Spirit’s freedom –
the rearing up
of wildness,
or god forbid,
the moxy
to make
real change.
(Written for 50 Word Thursday, with added inspiration from Fandango (bound), Ragtag Community (absent), Daily Addictions (awry).)
One Woman's Quest 