Escape

Travel was her escape

Alone on the highway

Of lost harmony

Rejecting her depressed

Criticism of confusion

Memories dance in the wind

Like a forrest fire

Destroying the calloused

images in her soul

Fears washed in her veins

Running through the hurricane storm in her eyes

Emerging are her genuine gossamer

Wings of rebirth and renewal

Justified by her misunderstood appreciation for life

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