I left my house when it was dark.
The nocturnal parts seemed eerie
but the music in my ears give me false strength.
I tried to tell myself
'these are familiar roads,'
still they felt mysterious.
I left some of my fears
as I stepped on the boulevard.
There were a few cars around,
whose metal bodies gave me
a sense of senseless security.
I was too afraid
of what could happen to a teenage girl in the dark
but I walked on and on.
Dim at first but the light made it self known.
I smiled with the renewed vigor.
As the sky got lighter in my fears went further.
Yet,
I couldn't help but ask myself
'when will my roads stop feeling unknown in the inky isolation?'
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