Tears fell, with each step she didn’t COUNT 
the blue stones creating a TRAIL
This path filled with obstacles and overwhelm
her figure hides in a cave, entry blocked with a metal GRATE, 
No desire to take the journey, 
yet again, hiding from WRATH 
that waits
Just around the bend, shapeless despair
in front of strangers she 
lays out the journey
exposes the dilemma, retreating while revealing 
revealing while retreating
Process in motion, paced
Opened, she goes for a swim. 
Time enough to tend the scene some other day.

Heather