Dilemma

It was amid a copse of verdant trees,
nestled away in faraway place
where hope blew like the bracing breeze
in a remote corner of mother nature's face

Upon the rolling hills and dales
beyond the gurgling, sparkling streams,
by following the convoluted, swampy trails
there exists a cottage abounding with dreams

Dreams that never dwindle with time
in actuality, grow till their size is sheer
Tired of planting herbs- lemongrass and thyme
jaded of harvesting crops- livelihood so mere

For she is youthful, capable and very bright,
the greenery, the tarns- everything screams
at her to finally enter the light,
to go to town, and pursue her dream

However, her helpless family, she must not leave,
leave them to fend in the acres of field,
by her heedful emotions, she ably deceives-
her aspirations that have not yet keeled

She sat at the crest of her hillock one day,
at the thick mist- eyebrows knitted in a frown,
but then the clouds parted and cleared the way
for her to catch sight of the enticing town

As the spectral night began to fall,
the hill was promptly plunged in the dark,
in her mind formed an unforeseen resolve-
that despite the night, had lit a spark

So for the first time, she left her home,
primed to see the world through new eyes,
apprehensive of her unprecedented roam-
she would be back before the sun would rise