Autumn wind rustles through the leaves
Barely letting light in.
Clara happily wanders and weaves
Dancing gayly with a bright grin.
Everything in this moment is perfect:
Fauna frolicking freely in the
Greenish-brown grass.
Her hands handle honeydew, her humming highlighting her humour.
In this moment, she has not a care in the world.
Justly earned freedom is the sweetest freedom indeed.
Kevin had tried to keep her,
Lamenting her decision to part ways,
Masterfully using guilt as a weapon.
No more! She had cried.
Oppression and captivity have no place in a relationship.
Purposefully, she left his side,
Queen now of nothing but her own life.
Ruthlessly he retaliated,
Sucking in many of her friends.
Treason! They cried,
Unable to understand what went on behind closed doors.
Very quickly she realised everyone’s true natures,
Wilfully cutting them out of her life like a cancerous tumour.
Xenia beckons towards her mother,
Yearning for the fruit in her hand.
Zenful peace now reigns over Clara and her daughter.
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Aythan Maconachie
As an Australian writing hobbyist, I'm a big fan of alliteration, rhyming, and thinking outside the box. Writing for me is like going to the gym for my mind - stretching my imagination, lifting my inspiration, and flexing my creativity.
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Good for Clara!
What she thought was freedom for awhile, then...