As she's stumbling
towards these gates
of prison - broken thoughts -
she can't believe
the end is near
or that it is this hard
the warpath she's been walking
is over - for now -
and in just a trice
she's free of harm
and alone for now
in a field of dandelions
she lies underneath
a sky full of blue
so shiny and all new
but all she really wants
is someone to talk to
