She walked away from the cart
That held all the things she needed.
She walked away, as right as rain…
Her surest way to save her pain.
Hoping to never to have to feel
That way again.
She blew a breath out weakly…gaining sight to heal.
Knowing it would get easier…no longer her bane. The impact of inhalation (measured breath) brings in the
good…dispenses the bad.
Compact your insulation…separate yourself from the bad.