Homecoming.

She used to be bigger then this. So many things questioning her wills. Trying to figure out where this road is leading. Running and running the path was dark but the sun has risen. Every time the sun rises there is a force trying to shoot out the sun. She runs and stops on site. She has reached a fork in the road. She doesn't know what's worth fighting for.

Cheaters, liars. Memories consume.

Taking a breath. Figuring how much of her will be tested if she decides to go east or west bound. No more options left. The battles chose her. Her courage has risen but they are there to beat her down with the hatchet held by the strength of Zeus. She see her reflection in the silver shinny blade. Somethings become clear at that moment. She must rise with the strength and courage to start the blaze that is to arise. The next to see their shadow is the one that is to really test her.

Instigation.

Playing with the strings she has let them all hold. Breaking the habit. She sits in concentration trying to catch her breath again. Its inside her but can she find it at this point. She's the one at fault.

Bridging the gap. Should she let another fight her battle? Open wounds that clotted only to be reopen again. She lets them get the best of her and let's it go in silence. But her silence is dead. Screaming the character of a thousand men. She may not be invincible and she sees and has seen this about herself. She succumbed to the pain for years but now she is to drop the gavel on them. Its her time to judge. Her options are becoming seamless at this point. So the instigation is to begin and it begins with him, her, and them. She is not the one at fault.

Screaming on the edge of extinction.

But her revenge will taste as sweet as a summer peach. She reminisces about childhood and the battles she has won. She will not assume the position. Why should this time be any different?