Lost Again, Home Again
Run away, run toward
By Makenna BoltonPublished 4 months ago • 1 min read
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I found that quite possibly
I was running away
To what would I run toward
when my dreams at dismay
Out of respect for myself
I paced in my solitude
A beastly spirit in a beauty virtue
insanely weird
A change in plans
Can be joyful indeed
To run from judgement at
the expense of my content
Is a price too expensive
burning money with the step
No one place is home
A nomadic soul
Love always with her
A poetic death toll
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Makenna Bolton
Hi! My name is Makenna Bolton, I am 20 years old. I grew up in Wisconsin and in June I graduated from the American Musical and Dramatic Academy in LA; with an Associates in Dance and Theatre. As well as writing, I love acting, and dancing.
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"A nomadic soul" and "A poetic death toll". I loved that so much!