Taking risks didn't make her feel safe
That wasn't her objective
Wild beatings of her heart,
an adrenaline pulsing through her veins,
an undeniable sensation of being alive,
convinced her that she was
finally living
Sights, sounds, speaking without fear
It was a waking up from the comatose state she had been victim to before now
Even the whites of her eyes agreed
No surrenders necessary,
only breaths and smiles
A new kind of existing

-cj