It took so long,
longer than it should have taken…
she’d found her voice,
found herself after a journey drowned in noise.
She was free,
finally free to be,
yet in the shadows was her old self’s ghost,
lingering to steal back her soul.
The ghost could cling to its haunt.
She was taking her newfound freedom and leaving town,
and never looking back.
©October 2016, Christina Anne Hawthorne