Stress

Barefoot, she stepped outside
Into the soft blue and the violent red sun.
Her feet sunk surely as the grass gave way.All was at peace.
Her breath was short.
A daily reminder of what was taking her body hostage.
This captor, an invisible fiend, was visible in many ways.
Her mental and physical obsessions always shone through in minute ticks.
She pushed through the air as the adversary weighed down within her.
"You WILL walk through the garden" her subconscious told the voices within.
Mentally all washed away because she started thinking of a poem, it started with
Barefoot she stepped outside.

alone

I feel so fucking lonely.