nursemaid to jailor

another to review


Winter has shed in her
Most clouds are clearing up now
The storms are more manageable
Fewer tolls are being extracted

My most valued charm
Is starting to shine once again
And pull away from the binding chain
What reason do I have to hold her

Now I see the storm for me
Growing heavy and lead-like on mass
Seeded with spoiled fantasy and dreams
Poisoned with the caretakers lot

The wing has healed and steady
The nest is comfortable but old
The ties are too binding for her wellness
And I turned from nursemaid to jailor