Away

Again,another very early poem

She rode away.

Pushing off.

Looking down.

No breath.

No life.

No sound.

Going

To where she

Can be

Herself.

Stop.

Listen.

Can you hear it?

She is there.

In her world.

Where reality slips away.

And dances on the sidewalk

Like butterflies in air

Or rain in June.

She can find herself here.

In this world of smoke and sound and light.

Where you could

Just

Be

You.

Author's Note

Once again,i swear i'll get better soon.