Stepping on this road is like
walking in a mysterious forest all alone
or living in a white cube like
a drop of ink on a blank page
It feels like a paper boat floating
in a serene ocean after the storm
After bursting at the seams
after the thunderous screams
The rushes fade
the burdens shed
the blows recede
All that is left is a stand-alone soul
thankful for saving her sanity controlled
