And so she did as she pleased

And so she did as she pleased, finally preaching to herself, “this is a new me, one who is free!” Oh, so she did as she does continuously, galloping about aimlessly. Challenge proposed, and she’d take it right away. “Is this the right path?” Oh dear not, she’d never say!”Time is nothing; always will you be there for me!” Oh but wrong she thought, for time is but a gift full of unmarked opportunities. By then her walls were built, breached by none for her vault was once tilt. For the precious things leaking inside, she ran away, “from all!” she cried! Hidden away were a handful of her treasures. The ones she thought should never be tampered. All but the ones forgotten; those of which seemed to be wrecked rotten.
“Better than that, I want; I plea!” She’d gaze to the horizon, looking for me. Oh, but a silly girl. You know not of what you choose, a mess, hidden behind jade hues. She searched for what she admired in small, simply a new play to this endless game of ball. Strike one had left her with too many tears to fall; bitter-burnt, so her leaves descended as she began to crawl.

And so she did as she pleased, finally preaching to herself, “this is a new me, one who is free!” Oh, with wide eyes full of wonder, she danced about, crooning the thunder. Dancing to her own beat, she paraded as if she had no feet. Instead, she soared, with wide wings, through open doors. “This is my chance, my choice to be free,” before or after she drank the booze? Intoxicated with thoughts let loose, emotions took over and gave time a hurried boost. One of which was not prepared for, however, more than dared for. As if adrenaline to a sun-soaked cheetah, she pounced on this curious idea. Prologue was but pursues and pulls back, not ideal tact for a trophy attack. Time then twinkled and dwindled on, that night she was swept away with a comforting, soft alarm. She obtained the feast she craved so dearly; engulfed herself with nutrients as vision came about more clearly. “Finally, oh it is so, I’ve found my heaven; my humble abode!” Was it simply a thought most fathomed for? -A delicate treat of twisted fate, leaving her hungry; hungry for more? It may have been all that she sought, but one thing, a thing she forgot.

And so she did as she pleased, finally preaching to herself, “this is a new me, one who is free!”  Oh, she was then unchained by the doubt previously slain. Now was her chance to be happily free; able to prance as if flaunting victory. She pranced and laughed and giggled like none other, unknowing of the future plunder. A realization came about, after slow dullness, and moments of doubt. She thought, “What has come about from me, a mirror I replicate; a mirror of he!” For then a realization struck; an unglued idea emerged from her craniums muck. It was time to stop living a lie, finally she decided, to unmask her disguise. Swift and more sharp than a knight’s blade, she disengaged. As the rockets fell back, she flung forward, deep into an abyss, however, un-cornered. Relief set in, accompanied by a slight pain that ceased to dim. “I have put myself first, as bittersweet as it is, it is my choice, and shall not be swayed by his!” Are you sure of your stance, young and restless child of dance? Never knowing for certain, you make up your mind, it’s about time you travel further than the naked eye.

 And so she did as she pleased, finally preaching to herself, “this is a new me, one who is free!” She then found something more than bargained for, tales and talks of things cut off from the world. She pursued on padded paws, unknowing of the unlit corners this transverse world had to offer. Her new globe was dimly lit, slowly warming to bring life; to ignore the aching bit. When the clouds brought cartons of smoke-filled cold, she broke free, bridle and all.

And so she did as she pleased, finally preaching to herself, “this is a new me, one who is free!”

Oh, so once again she fished the sea, not looking for a feast, but a catch and release. -An exciting jolt of quick entertainment. Found, she did, a specimen from far foreign oceans, one of which she knew would give her what she sought and knew what it meant. “Never have I ever been so enlightened!” -This, a fact; a truth that left her mind the least bit frightened.

And so she did as she pleased, finally preaching to herself, “this is a new me, one who is free!”

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Watercolour & pen on 300g Fabriano paper, 21 x 29cm
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Jane Beata

Watercolour & pen on 300g Fabriano paper, 21 x 29cm

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