She is chemically imbalanced, wading through a slurry of madness. 

She will dance offbeat to the tune of compliance, while suggested fears craft an alliance. 

But there comes a day where she no longer remains reliant, her minds eye refusing to stay silent guides her to a power that frees her from confinement.

Gravel turned to cotton, she no longer bleeds, instead she blossoms.

Whispers turned to screams, she no longer begs, instead she commands without caution.

Weights turned to waves, she no longer stands, instead she ripples with passion. 

Boundless, she moves forward into the intoxicating unknown, where silhouettes of untouched beginnings beckon her to keep moving.

Without stillness,

Without shame,