too soon

It was the wind,
the sweet breeze of the mountains,
blowing her wild hair in every direction,
as she drowned,
like a rusty anchor in the bottomless sea,
her thoughts in the melodies.

It was the vibrations,
the love that made forevers,
enchanting promises rarely kept,
as she believed,
wholeheartedly and almost desperately,
in the church of harmonies.

It was the freedom,
unconfined in her idea of home,
clinging to the idea of independence,
swiftly it was taken away,
upsetting and unforeseen,
her soul never recovered.