The Climb, Then a Descent

"Why is she there?" she says to herself
"And why am I up here?" from her place on the shelf
Freed from her tethers, many miles lie before her
Many miles lie before her

She can see, dimly aware, being taken somewhere
Being taken somewhere
When she was ready, she let go of his hand
She let go of his hand

Vagabond traveler, moving through here
Drifting far away from this place
Drifting far away from this place



Credits
Writer(s): Richard Ciervo
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