The Wanderer

It began with a whisper.

Because saying it loud

Somehow makes it real.

She didn’t know how to feel

When joy left her world.

Replaced by a void,

Nameless and deep-

The template for who she would always be.

Days ramble on now.

Weary and sunburned,

She wanders the salt flats for only G-d to see.

A hollow woman who once was free.

© 2021 Jeff E. Brown. All rights reserved.

By jebrownwriter

Houston, TX-based Writer and Photographer. Proud pet rescuer who spends nearly all his money on them.

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