She stumbles onto a desolate highway.
Making sure she looked both ways.
There were no headlights to blind.
No humans to confront.
The mortar looked the way it should.
Home is the imaginary sanctuary of her mind.
The welcome mat held no messages.
Insecurity unbalanced her.
Pain brought her to your knees.
You can’t start a fire with a fire,
But inside she was burning.