Lost

Lost in her own world of fairy tales and illusions
she stands alone while the crowd presses against her like a surging wave
bound to this life of solitude
her own design and desire
...and despair

Lost in this place
this time
this space
lost in herself
lost in who she is
and who she is not
or how the world sees her
if at all

lost in familiar battlefields she has traversed before
and will over and again
constant war for who she was
and is
and ought to be
a war that has run its jagged edges upon her soul
engraved its signature mark upon her heart
that fresh, seeping wound that time may heal
...or not