She took a silent intake..
The moon slid slowly across the sky.
Darkening clouds followed her, and her alone.
She was the lone warrior.
A leader.
A chosen one.
She hid from her destiny for years,
But the past and future both followed her.
Unable to live in the present.
Unable to breathe the day’s fresh air.
She took a silent moment..
One she hoped to be for herself,
Herself alone.
The past tumbles over her,
Pulling her down.
Making the ground beneath her feet shatter..
Pieces of broken glass and debri.
She is nowhere to be found.
The future chases her away.
Away from her own destiny.
Unable to have her own dreams.
Unable to live in her present.
She is a lone warrior.
She is meant to be a leader.
She is the chosen one.
But she isn’t the one who chose this.

C.A.M.