The invisible contstraint

[gingercowgirl]

A Victorian farm house in Vermont,
New Hampshire,
or Maine.

A place to trade in the city,
for the next evolution of myself.

I long to be isolated with a pen,
in the forest of my own thoughts,
under a blanket of seclusion.

I'm informed, "you don't just do that,"
but having traded an art degree
for a decade of accounting,
all barriers are broken.

speak to me of my constraints,
i will show you my invisible chains
- change, responsibly.

In my youth I traveled freely
but now, I pack more than one bag at a time.
When I move, I move.