Under Those Crumbled Papers

Of the heavenly earth,

from the hellish places.

Thoughts were a constellation,

life was a train of desperation.

A process so dissimilar,

a series of distractions.

She was a train, off the track.

She was a river, off her course.

Looking for solace, running from the void.

It was then when she realized the void was her,

the solace was in her.

A peace so calming.

The sense of acceptance.