She dares not wait for their steps to catch her
for fear that time will catch them all.
That would be the undoing.
living in time yet outside of it
her stripes becoming bars that keep things out.
where is the river of fire to cleanse her?
how far have she strayed from the path they set her upon?
You don’t know her anymore
this creature of strength, of passion and power.
You never knew her at all.