You heard everything I said in silence...
I'm once again speechless.

I left your lipstick stained cup on the counter-
A bittersweet reminder you were here.

My pens glides across the page
Keeping time to the music...

an uninhibited dance.

...easy playing on the radio
Rolling down the window--her hand dancing with the resistance of the wind.
Taking in the bluest sky and billowy white clouds...
Tiny daffodils peeking through...
All taking her back to a simpler time

Oh how she wished she was going home...

Seeing there was more to her story, she pressed in
Content to stay back and wait for it to unfold
Knowing there was glory under the chaos

---and by allowing her to be
She allowed her to arrive.

...a gentle wind rustles through the trees, bringing a slight shift in her perspective
...maybe her heart wasn't so hardened.

...the dull hum of the distant traffic bringing her to focus,
...maybe there was a bit of wild still left in her

She breaths in deep and steps softly into liberation.

I no longer bleed when you stab me...

I think I'll use this dull knife to cut your puppet strings....