Fear seeps into her lung,
Halting her breath.
A memory washes over her,
Taking her back to a territory she dare not enter.
A time were life was simple,
Where the whole world was eating out of the palm of her hand.
For had her peak slipped past her?
Had the best years of her life already stormed into her life and left without a trace?
Without her even having the chance to appreciate them?
She hoped not.
For if they had,
What would the point be in waiting around for things to never get better?

(K R W)