Her eyes gaze upon low riders on tracks winding wiley as unknown vagabonds come out to play bending precious pennies in hopes of finding stories fortuitous deciphering
graffiti sprawled across will offer answers to the silvery lined trails trodden and easing tribulations of life
like them, she is trying at it all over again
eeking out change
in her cozy berth
slowly
gathering
gumption
whistling plans once flawless innocently lost
trekking off beaten paths from the curbs’ worn edges
Dark as coal hitting the ground running wittingly unfettered
no boss here but death from an old life transforming
like a wet butterfly spreading wings
fresh and finally fancy free
as the conductor of tracks deep once in driven smoggy stained snow
jumps up rocking dog lucky tired from the once before
danger shifting out of obsidian abyss finding solace in her broken but mending heart
shaking loosely and raw skipping a beat
but never stopping pursuit of healing from the toss down internally
shaken from reservations, fouled fickle fortune hurdled she breaks free heading up the along the coast pacific observing sunsets after watching the moonlight cry all night
meandering towards loving the end of the tunnel regardless of her
eyelids once heavy and raw from tears beginning to see the light after darkest moments
riled up and ready her life to release the old pain of the old tracks made by her choices
discovering, finally, along this journey towards the end of tunnel light
a new home arriving in herself illuminated
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