Expensive reminders of Fate

The young girl stood staring

A stare void of hope and life.

She wore an unwavering expression

Of boredom, and premature wisdom.

She looked on, through people and through walls

As if her destination was far beyond.

She stood lightly on her feet

Willing and waiting, for the wild wind's companion.

Tentatively, she raised a hand

Expensive reminders of fate, decorating her wrists.

Her palms opened, collecting moments of escape

Sweet escape of moments, from bitter surrender.

Her feet awoke, moving toward fate

To home, where the heart never was.

The girl stared no more with a stare void of life

Her expression, a facade; her destination, so near.

Her will not for the wind, her palm not for escape

She walked on forward, to home, to fate.

Another day will pass, and the ones after that

Her life will persist, reminders will remain.

The wind will come and go, her fate will make her stay.

For here she must be, and here she must live. 

~Moniba.