Being shielded by her own emotion
Is what made her drift off and roam
As she approached me in slow motion
To ask for the path leading back to home
Curious, but I didn’t analyze her dismay
How long she may have been nomadic
Why she felt safe to ask me for the way
Or whether this lifestyle was sporadic
She told me that she called herself Verona
And wanted to share her purpose with me
Or maybe it was to defend her persona
That may have been flagged as too free
She told me her heart ached with desire
Nearly blossomed to a tolerable degree
Into someone everyone would admire
Only to lose whom she was born to be.
She did not want to become such an addict
Feeling like an empty shell from outer space
So she decided to resolve the inner conflict
With values silver or gold could not replace.
Each step she took during her time astray
Optimimistic of finding her true identity
Graciously, she sang and danced that day
She found and embraced a life of serenity
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