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

In the end she was a traitor
For being a human she was
If not to her thoughts
Then to her feelings
If not to her friends
Then to her family
If not to time
Then to money
A traitorous woman
She was
For she could not be
Nor do
it all
For if she did
She would be a traitor
a traitor
To herself

When she did shine
She shined like gold
Gold
That he loved to steal