A Nomad’s Cry

by Maricel

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Stories untold—
where thoughts reduced to whispers
left to feed on one hope alone.

The blankness sets in.
She sees herself bright as daylight.
But, forsaken.

She wants to be somewhere—
She’s a nomad, owned nor cared by anyone—
wandering to and fro,
reliving what could be
but never had been.

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