Standing there looking into darkness
She wants to go home
The herd calls out to her
She hears their call
Both are within eachother
In spirit
Connected across the miles
It bridges the loneliness
Geographically disconnected
Acceptance of her fate
She denies her keepers a look
Into her heart
Punishment for what has been
Incarceration placed upon her soul
She tolerates the spectacle
Knowing within herself that she is mighty
Yet humble
Refusal to change the ways
Ancient beliefs still keep her safe
Within its folds
Her heart is broken
Filled with sadness
Yet she will find bits of happiness
Cherishing them until
It is time for her to go
The herd awaits
She is counted among its numbers
Awating departure
The herd calls out again
Waiting,waiting,waiting....
~Moses~
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