Deprevation

Big Bold,
Beautiful
Bright and Pale.
Back for more
of me.
Coming across the sea..
to me.
Father, gone.
I must face this alone.
Temptress returns…
illumining with  darkness.
I see it all…
in me.

I turn to face,
no longer do I race
away towards destiny
trying to be free.

No,

I’m here.
not then
or there…

but here.

and I like it.