She is always in constant motion.
Forward is her only direction.
Forward is her only protection against the pass that attempts to haunt her future.
Her mind ebbs and flows like the ocean.
Back-and-forth to make a choice.
Back-and-forth to find her voice to be loud enough to drown the whispers of what used to be.
Not all of her yesterday’s were painful, but the possibility of her tomorrow’s sharing any resemblance threatens her every step.
Forward is her only direction.
Her voice is her only protection against the whispers of what used to be.
Corinne the Writer 