She pulls away from her thoughts – leaves them for another time.
The emptiness that clamors at her is deafening
and her thoughts only feed the sound of the echoing loneliness.
Realities filter through them and she cannot sit with Truth right now
for it is cruel and unrelenting.
There is no uncertainty of what the future holds
and its dismal hues are raining on her
like the storm that thunders through her heart.
Each beat reminding her of what she must leave behind
and the despair of the sameness that surely lies ahead.
No. She cannot sit with Truth right now,
for Truth is not her friend.
Instead it is a viper striking at her veins,
leaching its poison into her body,
destroying the remnants of any hope she had held.