Miss-Fortune

I feel you from behind but no longer see you from the front. Thoughts of wonder are no longer things I ponder.

Devil’s path to dignity, I find privilege. Wrongful pursuits that could never be paid, no actionable reason to abate the union. Blind from above and silent from below, these conditions are expired.

Flowing to new landscapes I stand distant, with a panoramic shift of emotion. I am no longer tainted by your vision as new eyes judge me in different ways.

We are both free, hold it dear … my dear. Your fiction is no longer your cage. Let your dreams take flight to the next restriction, for her hands will bind you in new ways. Embrace the misfortune as the miss is your avowed fortune.