Weathered

Somewhere in the deepest of the night
There lies a withered soul
Her words flushed through with sorrow
Fragmented whispers on the whole

Creeping slowly through the forest
Her bones weary with use
She breaks a little every day
With every part of herself she seems to lose

And her mind is clouded heavy
With repressions from past lives
But even the ghosts around her
Don't see how she survives

Nothing more than a shell of a woman
Clothing worn to weathered rags
Fingers gnarled from crawling
Legs weeping alongside her as they drag

And still she pulls herself forward
For no reason known to man
For all her weariness
She'll go as far as she can

To escape the oppressive mouths
The unuttered words no one hears
To escape herself, perhaps
To escape the lonely years

And someday soon she'll die
Crumpled into fetal form
To turn to ashes in the forest
Or perhaps to be reborn

But the point is no one knows
No one will ever see
The woman who strived every day
To escape so valiantly

And no one could contemplate the meaning
No one would bother to spare the time
To remember this nameless woman
Hidden from society's paradigm

But to her, perhaps she found her peace
She'd been wanting for so long
Perhaps she's in a better place
Where she can live without the wrong

And maybe from this woman
There's something there to know
But to me it's still a mystery
Because i was that woman

So many years ago.