Prena Poetry

i dread being ordinary

i dread with the very idea

of waking up one day

and telling my children

that motherhood and

a hand to mouth job

is all that defines me

i don’t want to lose myself

in the mindless ordinary,

do things for short pleasures

and rot to the earth

with barely any knowledge

about the greater beyond.

i want to be free;

utterly free to the point of

a nomadic madness.

i yearn for tragedy,

romance,

failure,

loneliness,

sky falling on the ground,

drowning,

burning

and rising back

like a majestic Phoenix.

i want it all

and

i want none.