Rhyme lime

Gilly

step by step i walk away
from the story so grey
smelling the future bouquet

my freedom i will feel
the pain still needs to heal
but i am turning the wheel

be it what it may
i dance my own ballet
flying like a blue jay

i am not made of steel
but my soul is real
you, no longer my achille's heel

not even do i sway
nor goodbye do i say
there's not even a hurray

nothing left to reveal
all feelings did congeal
i spread my wings genteel-

©gilly20170303e