The Wheel
The
shutters are down
The air
is thin
I search
my heart
But I
know not where to begin
I cannot
settle east
I cannot
settle west
I need a
break of fortune
To offer
me some rest
For where
my heart is taking me
My talent
can be pursued
But conversation
fights me all the way
And
persecutes my will
My
strength is waning within me now
I fight
to keep my way
I know
not which direction I should take
To turn,
to break away
I run
from the wheel that grinds me down
The one
that bears on me
I keep my
tender straight and true
And head
for freedom’s light
By Serina Hartwell
Author of The Hidden Saga
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