Wanderer

by Mindy Sleeper about a year ago in surreal poetry

Not of This World

Wanderer

She was born when the vessel was still young; in this world with many nations and tongues. She witnessed this young vessel go through hell; growing in the darkness, unbelieving of the lies they tell. She whispered in her vessel's ear; they can not harm you, have no fear.

She is from a realm above; where humans can not touch. She observes man become dull in their minds; and pride is in their hearts too much. Each morning as the sun rises, her mind feels free as a dove. She hopes and prays mankind grows in love.

She stays in one place for not long; in many places the darkness becomes too strong. In the night, she is a guiding light; in the dawn, she is as pure as a newborn fawn. As she wanderers through this wonderland; she learns she needs not fear the likes of man.

She feels compassion for the innocent of this world; the atrocities done upon them are enough to make her stomach toss and twirl. She prays for them to be delivered from this atrocity; she hopes they will all someday be completely free.

She is a wanderer; stranger in this world. In this dark place; her soul can neither be bought nor sold. The mysteries within her that she holds; is a story never told.

surreal poetry
Mindy Sleeper
Mindy Sleeper
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Mindy Sleeper

I have been an creative writer since I was a teenager; majority short stories(fiction and non fiction), poetry, journal writing. I also like writing educational essays and case management assessments in Criminal Justice.

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