She passes through a long corridor
Slowly, as if uncertain
She’s headed in the right direction.
Her auburn hair unravels
And she stops.
Tucks it behind her ear and continues.
She can’t go back the way she came
But wandering into the unknown
Seems pointless somehow.
She tries to find meaning, a purpose
to all that she has endured.
But it evades her.
“Who orchestrates this life?” she thinks to herself,
tearing up at the thought of what once was.
Or what she thought had been.
Her internal strength propels her forward
even when she wants to give up.
She won’t. She can’t. She has too much at stake.
Then her hazel eyes flicker with the realization that this feeling is fleeting.
Temporary.
Someday soon life will make sense again
And be beautiful and strange, the way it always has been.
It may not be the life she anticipated
or even thought she wanted
But she will reclaim it as her own.
She takes another step.