A Swallow Who Won't Wallow

Am a swallow who’s fled from this world; 

to reside in a personal inferno! 
I fell into the hands of a virtual nomad; 

who got lost between what was unsaid & untrue. 
Like a greenhorn I followed him & ventured; 
into making a promise that I can’t undo! 
Until finally I found myself crushed; 

in a ravine by the ailing tide of an echo - 
of a heart’s feelings that weren’t returned! 
With no hope, trust, or creed; 
I woke up to find a residue – 
of what used to be me and
a billow of what I heed! 
Time rolls my dears with such great speed. 
Before I could realize it, 
I had nothing more to ensue; 
not me, not my life, but now definitely the need – 
to fight & stand up for what 
I want to see push through. 
Choosing him was a fatal wrong indeed; 
but am sure he’s the kind of med.
I won’t spew. 

So am thanking him for giving me 
The wake up call I need! 
And though my eyes might not be mellow; 
nor my voice that of a reed; 
am not easy to subdue; 
nor am I packed with pride! 
Hope we meet again in the years to follow; 
to see the challenge he’s left me to concede; 

cause am a Swallow
who will always be 
far from what’s Wallow!