When Summons Taunt and Haunts Beckon

Slowly but surely she settles into that role

Of gut wrenching pain in the mornings

And a satisfied sigh in the evenings

Her days are set. Her path is kept.

Should she wait or walk astray?

Her heart is silent today

It had been shushed too many times

Now it refuses to offer its opinion

Unless in extreme circumstances

When it is clearly not needed.

Her mind is tired.

It has been working on overdrive

Day in and day out

Adjusting to new demands. Solving immediate issues.

It just wants a long time out.

Her eyes are heavy

With make up, expectations and sleep

She dare not wink

Or she'll miss it. The opportunity.

The one that's never meant to be.

She has to fight the very Nature,

That ties her to her place,

Break past strings of contempt, history and silence,

Lick all wounds clean. Stand tall again.

Once more she'll jump.

Up or down. She'll never know.

She has only learnt to smile at flight

And brush off every fall

To carry on till she makes another jump,

Another step, another risk for the call.