A fantasy turns to Dust.

 

tearing myself from rutted routine

leaping miles

to try out a fantasy.

landing in a mine field

False starts ,insecurity ,

reality rears its ugly head.

Stuck between love and freedom

forced concessions and bad compromise

unable to give up .

I feel unimportant,

old and in the way.

a third class citizen

homeless in my own home

all of my needs unfulfilled

is this love?

stuck in the back of the bus on this ride.

I must give up myself to survive.

Too much I have fled.

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