Poem: wandered here

For those who’ve wandered here

It seems those who won’t have nothing to fear.

But I remember how I trembled,

Afraid to be free of these strings I’d entangled.

They kept me down well, warm, and safe

But stuck me securely in one place.

Something kept me from being content,

So away with scissors, I quickly went.

Then without them holding me sound

I floated, terrifyingly, off the ground.

Time is quick to take me back

But now I know what we most lack.

I truly hope you will take a turn

For now my strings can never return.

Autumn Crisovan 丁婉秋

4/23/19