trapped the sticky web of expectation,

i dream of friendly kinship.

rancor fills the void, leaving no resolution.

i weep for the death of possibility,

steadfastly looking to the future unfettered.

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About Leila

I hail from the East and view the world as my playground. I'm opinionated. My dog is my co-pilot, but my cat navigates better. I'm only limited by my imagination. While there are terrible things that happen in the world I am responsible for making good things happen where I live, and that affects the world at large making it a better place.

Posted on September 7, 2011, in Leila Gaskin, Poetry, Writing and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Ooo, I love the whole feel of this piece, but I love your use of the word rancour. :-)

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