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Gypsy
For Daniel

You told me I am a Gypsy today
Please forgive me, I am not ready to stay
Anywhere
With anyone

I am alive
I feel alive
Like a wild poisonous vine
Or a restless river, searching

There is so much to do
Even a lifetime is not long enough
To allow me every experience
That pesters my fiery soul

I sleep each day
Practicalities blind my way
Forgive me
I am not willing to stay
Perhaps I am a Gypsy

You, the sweet rose
Caught me briefly
But you turned to thorns
Threatening and forbidding
Which slowed my way
I cannot stay
Yet

You told me I am a Gypsy today
You hurt me
I cried
For you, I wish I could stay
But my freedom will not be compromised
Believe me, I have tried to stay
Now I am a Gypsy
But there is always hope . . .

© Jennifer Robertson, 1999