Owena was tired. So tired. The party had given her little sleep. She hoped someone had fun, she did not. Embarrassing. It was Embarrassing. Not all bad... The comedy show was funny and the stories around the fire. Pretending to be cheerful is not too hard if you practice your entire life. She could even fool her Ma if she wanted. In bed again, so tired, sleep still evaded her. First, she read the little poetry book that was becoming well worn along the edges. Still sleep stayed away..... so she tried to write a poem. It wasn't very good. Yet, it helped her to finally fall asleep.
If you care for someone, set them free
A caged songbird only knows one song
The young siren can only call from the sea
Even if she sings her whole lifelong
Waves- on occasion- can rock a baby to sleep
Or smash one hundred warships in one storm
To the sea, not everything is complicated and deep
Don’t make love in a thunderstorm
Thing is, I’ve never seen the endless water
Or held a sword, or claimed glory
I can’t be a part of this slaughter
And it’s a tiresome allegory
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