A Swallow Who Won’t Wallow

Am a swallow who’s fled from this world;
to reside in a personal inferno!
I fell into the hands of a virtual nomad;
who got lost between what was unsaid & untrue.

Like a greenhorn I followed him & ventured;
into making a promise that I can’t undo!
Until finally I found myself crushed;
in a ravine by the ailing tide of an echo –
of a heart’s feelings that weren’t returned!
With no hope, trust, or creed;

I woke up to find a residue –
of what used to be me & a billow of what I heed!
Time rolls my dears with such great speed.
Before I could realize it, I had nothing more to ensue;
not me, not my life, but now definitely the need –
to fight & stand up for what I want to see push through.

Choosing him was a fatal wrong indeed;
but am sure he’s the kind of med. I won’t spew.
So am thanking him for giving me the wake up call I need!
And though my eyes might not be mellow;
nor my voice that of a reed;
am not easy to subdue;
nor am I packed with pride!

Hope we meet again in the years to follow;
to see the challenge he’s left me to concede;
cause am a Swallow who will always be
far from what’s Wallow!

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