Forged sight conveyed a portrayal of lack,Aged fingers grasped firmly around desire.
She carried its burden upon her back,
Perched heavily upon wearied shoulders.
Eyes once filled with hope, faded miles ago,
Now blinded to a path left abandoned.
Walking the old road, in circles; she goes,
Encumbered by a fate she imagined.
Foolish is the mind which takes up the torch,
Of worn travelers whose sight betrayed them.
Licking the flames; dreams unwittingly scorched,
A once budding rose, left only a stem.
To break free from the grip of days gone by,
Bears gifts, seen only through an open eye.