Outsider

~ JezzieG

Outsider
Form: Gwawdodyn

sometimes I want to run through the trees
in the forest of whispers and breeze
like the times before on to the shore
and to find my ease watching the seas
what if I find I sit for too long
and I am shackled by siren song
my soul would be done this centaur must run
from human places I don’t belong
so I must run fast on my hoofed feet
and burning bridges with my heart’s beat
freedom to find when it’s all behind
on another shore there’ll be a seat

©JezzieG2023

Published by JezzieG

I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an ongoing project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever-growing love of poetry.