The joy of missing out

Sometimes when missing out is a choice... Sometimes when you built walls to protect your wildest desires from the ordinary around...

Joy of missing out...

She had built her own castle,
To cage her nascent dreams...
Her wildest wishes, not strong enough
To endure the judgements of society;

The walls of her castle liberated her!
The joy of missing out often set her free,
To decide what she chose to be with,
Her solitude was her power;

She evolved as the warrior princess,
Wearing knowledge as her armour,
She was ready to spread her wings
And let her soul fly high to find
Peace, Prosperity, and growth...

Reviews

[Sawdust]

joy of missing is nothing compared to joy of reading this poem. well done