Her screen was full
And upon a Glance
She would see
photos
Notes
Videos
And Messages
All scraps of stories
Memories, loves, and wanders

And she would wonder
Was there ever more
Should there be more?
More to this
More to her

Or maybe
Just maybe
There was meant to be less
And looking for life through a screen
Was never meant to be

To sit
To sit and rest in her emotions
Rest in them so deeply
So vulnerably
That she could cry
And anger
And laugh
That was the greatest comfort
She would give
Could gift to herself

She forgot
Forgot
Forgot that when she deepened breathe
Looked to the trees
Faded
Faded into the stories
Written by Poets
And Travelers
That she was not forgotten
Nor broken
Only lost
Lost in the most glorious of ways

And in her
there was silence
Silence so deafening
Silence
Sitting within
Waiting
Encompassing
Stealing the space
Meant for
Laughter
Meant for passion
Even rage
God how she begged
Pleaded
For even her rage
But they had left
And all she that remained
Was their essence
And cruel cruel
Silience

One day
One day when she could run
She ran
Ran as fast and farther then today
Because if she stayed
She would
Would fade
Fade into

Her eyes becoming dust
As she locked them away
Refusing to let them surface
To let them
For if she
If she let them stray
She would surely crumble
Crumble into yesterday

She cracked
Shattered that day
That day eons ago
Leaving a shadow
That grew roots
Roots that grew deep
Deeper
Within her blood
Blood and bones
Etching tattoos
and scars
That she did not
Did not know how to heal