forcing solitude

more from life is what she yearns for,

a dream waiting to be grasped.

a future waiting to unfold.

a realization that she is,

who she does it for,

she is,

who she builds for,

alone. . .

but not quite alone,

she has never quite been alone,

she's looked for herself constantly, in another.

she tried to heal herself constantly,  in another,

she tried to live through another,

she tried to hurt another,

through another,


she failed in another,

she lost another in another,

she lost herself,

in another,

& yet,

she allowed it.