She took a break,
walked away
from all the days
that caused her pain.
She changed her face,
her past erased.
Walked until
she found her place.
Now she’s awake,
has been for days.
Her body cold,
her body aches.
So much for faith;
it’s playing games.
Now hurt and old hurt,
both feel the same.
She’s losing weight,
can’t keep the pace.
Flying high at night,
she feels great.
In the day,
demons create,
Hell for a home,
locked in a cage.
What a waste.
A tragic case.
No tears are shed
for future graves.
One last escape,
a moment’s grace,
she’ll take a break
and walk away.
HG – 2021
