She was only an child
at peace with her piece of the world.
She was the breeze
savoring sweet songs
tasting freedom.

But the taste soon runs shallow.
Behind it leaves trails in her head
and pleasant paths in her heart.
Packing up keepsakes
she leaves without her piece of the world
alone.

The journey is strong
and she is brittle,
she holds the might of a fly  
her mind an ocean drive
swaying, rocking, and unpredictable.

She waits to find shore
but she is lost at sea.
Her head just above the waves,
her heart deep under the ocean.
Treading water with hope unsteady.

Her mind adrift
wandering down the trails in her head,
trails where she once found bliss in her freedom.
Now empty, dark, and alone
her heart weighs deeper.

Sadness is now replaced with hatred and resentment
towards the goblin who took her piece,
who took her taste.
She waits endlessly.
Hope that once was
is gone.