The End of a Dream

Someone nailed the coffin lid on my heart's desire,

leaving me standing in a place 

where I have never been before ~ 

a place without a dream.

Which way, now, Raven?

Point your broken wing,
and I'll recalibrate my inner GPS.

Kim's Verse First prompt this week  is to go to a place where you have never been before and write a poem of seven lines. I pondered, for I have written poems in my mind even while walking through the forest,  racing like a lunatic back to the car to transcribe them before they slipped away. Where to go? Up in the hayloft? Swinging upside down like a bat? Another ride atop the Golden Dog? And then I knew. 

This week, I close the chapter on my Book of Dreams and return to a reality that is so much less  that I am hard-pressed to absorb the finality, and turn my compass in another direction. 

But I will. That's what Wild Women do.