She is smart, strong, skilled,
Respected but always sees
So much success surrounding
What she sees as so little;
Skeptical of the steps she has taken
And those sitting slightly ahead of her.
Her sprint becomes a saunter,
Unsure.
Insecure.
Certainly not to scale with society.
Second best if anything.
Unseen is her successes,
Her goals mistaken – eventually,
Her mind often misspoken.
Thoughts shooting so speedily.
Her own inconsistencies slow her
Progress to simplicity and focus.
Unable to stop the speculation and
Cynical suppositions seeping from outside.
On second thought, perhaps inside.
She must seek a mist of surrealism
To reset the expectations of reality.
A need to expose the disillusionment
She has experienced seduces her reason.
Sedation.
The start of disobedience entices.
No longer distraught but released
From the expected spotless surface.
Yet suddenly slipping away and
Grasping at a shattered past in a stream
Of isolation, splintered and suffocated
Because she’s still seeking answers.
The process begins to suture
The seams of two lives, one person
Seemingly resistant to oneself.
Stripped innocence serves as an unstable
Foundation to support survival.
A snake glides through unsuspecting times;
It slides lies to searching, listening ears.
Accidents so shockingly strike and
A life is stolen.
