as evidenced by the scars she had been thru this before

was that first hour going to be the
most challenged heavy and roarthirsty
but no

coming in again
there the silence

mournings and clouds that are a thousand greys
"what sad that i went searching so long
and there it was,
within me so close distanced"

the answer
known but unable to make
known
unable to call out
yet having words
yet having community to give voice to those words scrawled in blood ink
on some page or another

whatever

"this is just all to get me to focus on the task at hand"
she said to herself again
and she was
right

at the appointed time she woke
effortlessly almost
and with little friction moved into a traveler
blissed out and blessed by motion

it was only minutes into it

so many
remained,
yet charted and claimed
yet counted toward something better...

she would be queen...

and could finally make it right for the others...

her intentions were of the purest stuff
but these things do go askew
some
times...