The tale of the scared soul
Her hair floated around her, like the freedom she wished to have The current pulled at her, wanting to take her away to unfililar places She breathed out bubbles, that had once been confined in her lungs Watching as they escaped her mouth and rose to the surface She longed to grab onto the hand which was forien to her To hold it in her palm To follow it around the globe To go wherever it lead She wished to go without fear of the unknown, but instead to crave it To find solace in it Hoping that one day she would have the bravery to do as she wished, to chase after her passions and wildest dreams But she let the fear control her, so the day never came no matter how much she aged