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
Babs Work In Progress 