iWrite

I wrote a poem.
Enjoy.

Go 
There on her wrist
etched in her skin
is a sailboat.
Motionless,
simple,
anchored.
Something is keeping it docked.
Something is keeping the wind from blowing,
from taking a hold of the sails
and embarking on a long
anticipated adventure.

There on her foot
etched in her skin
is a bird.
Fleeting,
wild,
free.
Something is keeping it from landing.
Something is keeping it scared in the sky,
from settling down
and embarking on a long
anticipated adventure.

There on her heart
etched in her soul
is a word.
Daunting,
calling,
loud.
Something is keeping it there.
Something is keeping it from the feet,
from the hands, the eyes and the mind
and embarking on a long
anticipated adventure.

Go.