Eyes gaze upon low riders on tracks winding and unknown vagabonds coming out to play bending precious pennies in hopes of fortune
graffiti sprawled across the silvery trails of life
trying it all over again
she eeks change
in her cozy berth
slowly
gathering
gumption
whistling plans once flawless and innocently lost
trekking off beaten paths from the curbs of dark as coal dust hitting the ground running
no boss here but death from an old life transforming like a wet butterfly
fresh and fancy free
rails and rods known to the conductor of tracks deep once in driven smoggy snow
jumping up lucky tired from
danger shifting into the crystal obsidian abyss finding solace in heart
shaking ruminations loosely and raw dropping
never stopping the toss down of internal strife
shaken from reservations and feats hurdled she breaks free heading up the road along the coast pacific
at meandering speed towards loving the end of the tunnel regardless of the light
eyelids heavy and raw from tears beginning to see a glow after darkest moments
riled and ready her life was then sitting upon the shelf patiently waiting for
her to only unveil herself to
new gracious hosts with welcoming arms she discovers new home sweet home and rebirth.