She is leaving now, but perhaps not forever.
Her desire was for better,
but nothing improved.
Life itself eluded her, and the wrong things
occupied her time and body.
There was no longer
anything or anyone
to keep her bound,
and in the incorporeal realm
of her wishes,
not a one came true.
She was not true to herself,
and she would make that right.
It would be today.
It would be right now.
But maybe, just maybe,
not forever.
Beyond Panic 