Where do you go from here?

Where do you go from here, I asked him once,

in the quietness of my sadness,

he embraced my thoughts.

He knew I longed for freedom,

there was a restlessness within me,

It was a freedom never heard of,

One that grips a heart with need.

Where do you go?

When the world needs you more,

Where do you go?

To break free of that hold.

It was unlike the ones I knew,

This freedom,

that slipped from my grasp,

One day without my knowing.

It came upon me at an hour,

Not of my asking.

-shobana-

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