Where do you run when you can’t find your way?
Every direction calling, barking different reasons to pull you.
Or worse, no sound at all–no options. Â And you puddle in the center.
Many days inner me screams with need for flight to freedom.
Yet I don’t really know where that is.
And I simply hear no voice to follow.
©MidwestFantasy
04/09/2017
Midwest Fantasy Writes 