Check Mate.

New direction opposed but have to take the stand in acceptance. Its hard going to the hollow place inside you. Sometimes she thinks its the negativity that drives her but she was quick to learn its what makes her run. She's running out of options of where to hide and is frightened. No salvation. Accept the change to come that she is creating. She should be happy because she is sticking up for herself and making waves. Its so cold and lonely on this edge and can't wait for the bridge to gap. She wonders if she can make the jump. Striding through life with what is comfortable and safe. This has ruined her strength and soul. The waves are high. Will she abide and or drawn this time. The crying inside her is so hard that it is beginning to seep out of every pore on her body. Help is never something she could ask for but she can't hold herself afloat now. Or at least she thinks...

The ink that has stained her hands is smudging the faces of who has harmed and shamed her. Guard has been down for sometime and every noise penetrates her veins. Please don't let her drown...

Time to follow the light no matter how scary and how low it brings her. The steps are numerous and the hallway is becoming narrow. Wolves in sheep's clothing but she refuses the cry of the wolf. Is anybody there? The sounds multiply. Echoes everywhere and she winds up in the forest again. The mad hatter is gone and its her voyage now. Running and running. the cold sweats come on.. Fallacy. Trapped in her head who will lead her out. The game goes on as life renews everyday. Running and running but she can't pay the toll. Knife in hand. Blindfold on her eyes. Going in one step at a time. The fork in the road is narrow. No body is home. She falls down the hole and the spiral is heavy and thick. The sweat turns to the river and she quickly wakes up in what seems to be her bed.

Mirror image on the outside in. Time to see what she has created and what she is needed to change. Temptation is a will of the past she gets it now. Running again in what is a reverse world. She hits the ground hard. Its no longer cold and the seasons had changed. She is finally awake. And for once is is taking it day by day. The ball bounces but she will not follow the red balloon. She carries the dagger now and she is taking no prisoners this time. She owes nothing to no body and finally is getting comfortable with that. The accusations will not lay heavy anymore. Her life is hers and the path she chooses is her own. The only to get hurt on her journey is the ones that try to negate her progress for their own selfish reasons.

Chutes and ladders. Only to be a kid again. Remembering the summer breeze and chasing the fire flies. The air smells so good in this happy place. But its only a place to escape in her head. A place to relax but she can't visit for too long this time. Back on the trail the drums are banging. So much temptation upon her but her will will not be weakened. Oppose the neutral and dance with the danger. She is not playing the fools game anymore.

Found playing cards on the street but she will not see the joker card this time. Its the Queen of diamonds and its to lead her as a silent partner on her voyage.

Her face lays on the card. She is her destination.

The winds change directions and soon she will be carried afloat..

No longer banishing the will that is hers. The knight calls the king.

Check mate.