Release

lost

a storm of fiascos,

stalk her relentlessly,

leaving behind a trail of remorse,

the regrets tangled between each other,

until she can no longer distinguish

                 s

                   m

                a   

         e

    r         

d

from past

f

      a

          i

                  l

                        u

                             r

                                  e

                                          s.

all she wants,

all she needs,

is a map,

her own sat nav,

to guide her through the haze,

of one-ways and no-entry zones,

because without them,

she's stuck in a foreign universe,

lost.