Far away, internally she journeyed,
Accepting parts of her soul were buried
Exactly as had been done before
Reaching out and beyond her door,
Yearning for something; she did not know what…

Misty eyes stared forth into the deep, lonely rut,
Aligns with the guarded error in judgment.
Interwoven with guilt as the emulgent,
Denying growth and change as it should have been.
Ends as all things do ~ but not, to obscenely offend
Natal, naked and naturally naïve, innocence - she sends.