At the crossroads of “My way or the highway” ;

That place that calls for contemplation of direction

Perhaps we call in a definition

An acknowledgement of that Your Way, IS My Way- the one you set that others have yet to accept and respect

The highway is just a road you haven’t yet fully explored, going down unfamiliar corridors that brings you to the corner wherein exists a locked door-back to yourself

It’s time to leave the behind dance, the hyper fixation of romance

The one that defined your delicate steps

Always walking on egg shells to avoid the disturbance- for the sake of those who take full advantage of stomping around on everyone’s ground- demanding authority, undeservedly

The gem of your soul glows!

Angel incarnate, pain spent from the past, need not last at the Cross road

Upon further inspection within this proverbial map, it leads you back to yourself

Back to the door for which you are the only key holder

It’s hard to see how much power you yield as you exist in an exhausted field of vision-

But you are the reason and the cure-

The ground calls for your stomps and jumps- it’s ready to take your pain

Cry, laugh, pretend to kick ass and throw some stones at those predatory cellular invaders

Beat the ground, it can take it

Breathe, you can take it and release it full for back to sender

You are not the woman you were just moments ago, without this great courage to let the pain go back to the mother

Today “My Way or the Highway” are one- transmuted by you alone, full and growing- the road will lead you back to you, where only you hold the key