She walked empty and silent
towards what looked like nothing:
The silhouette of an aging tree in moonlight.
The echo of her childhood
curled around her face,
as frost edged its way
into fist filled pockets.
Her thoughts drifted outwards,
as she exchanged them for a deep breath.
Her own feet, now heavier, drowned
out the remnants of youth.
And...with each step, she shrugged them off...
The ghosts of all the things
her mother thought she would be.