Her soft heart, tattered & torn
Wanting to mend the forlorn’ed
Her mistakes; where, instead born

Warnings, as flags did wave high
Ignoring them, she went on by
She’d rather learn by her tears; she’d cry!

Contemplated, once, ending her race in it
Absurd words & actions of disgraces in it
Spinning in all the empty spaces in it

No longer a critic to dictate her words
No more peering eyes; riddled w/lies
No such guidelines to hide behind this time

Faltering to fluttering to flying
No more days, does she feel like dying
She continues on her path of all her why’ing

She gently sighs,…
…“Please just keep growing more wise”