The photo flashed on my phone
It is a journey that I’d take alone
Fear was instilled in my every bone
It was an unknown zone
My mind is a house of condition
To stray from that for a woman is the path to perdition
This is a moral rendition
Which is instilled by repetition
I confirmed my travel with trepidation
It wasn’t the journey nor the destination
It was a moral self interrogation
Self – will in a woman is immoral in this generation
With a knot in my heart I packed
Courage for solo travel I lacked
Now I smack my own back
For, from being immoral to becoming my own hero I’d made a comeback!
