And she didn't know
whether to run and hide,
or to stay
and accept the hidden truths
she didn't want to believe.
It was all ending;
the people, places that
she had once known,
had once loved,
reduced to fragments
of sunken memories.
So how could she endure,
after that?
How could she start afresh,
when she felt as old and broken
as the home she grew up in?
To go on, she had to
find a reason for being,
existing, thriving;
someone better and
braver than herself
- someone to be excited by,
enraged at, enthralled by -
someone to be desired,
and kept safe.
There was no other way.
