She walks, she runs, But where does she go This path that leads Her down…

She walks, she runs,
But where does she go
This path that leads
Her down below.

This unfamiliar road
That she does not know,
Yet feels like home
The more she roams.

Further in she explores,
Her curiosity pushes her more,
Is she lost
Is she found?

She asks herself
When there’s no one around,
Is this home
Or is this hell.

Trapped in silences,
Her eyes start to swell,
No sight, no sound,
Just wind hitting her face.

No light, feels tight,
The darkness leaves no trace
Of hope,
Of warmth.

Of something real,
Just echoes of things
She used to feel,
Fading in stillness.

Her footsteps fade
Like they were never there,
A ghost in motion,
Lost in empty air.

She calls her name,
But it won’t return,
A voice once bright
Now starts to burn.

In the hollow dark
Where shadows creep,
She questions truths
She used to keep.

Was she running away
Or chasing pain,
Circling loss
Again and again?

Her chest feels tight,
But she won’t scream,
Afraid she’ll wake
From this living dream.

Or worse—
That this is real,
And nothing left
Is left to feel.

Yet deep inside
A fragile spark
Still flickers softly
Within the dark.

Not loud, not bright,
Not meant to show,
But just enough
To let her know…

She’s not gone,
She’s not done,
Even in darkness—
She still runs.

But something shifts,
A breath, a break,
A trembling light
She cannot fake.

The dark still clings,
But starts to crack,
Like whispered strength
Is pulling back.

Her steps grow firm,
Her pulse turns loud,
No longer hidden,
No longer bowed.

She lifts her head
Through silent cries,
A fire reborn
Behind her eyes.

The path still bends,
But now she sees,
It wasn’t chains—
It was the key.

Not lost, not trapped,
Not meant to fall,
She was becoming
Through it all.

And in that dark
Where she once ran—
She rises now…
A stronger hand.

But strength still aches,
And scars still stay,
Not every night
Just fades away.

She breathes it in,
The hurt, the past,
Not gone forever—
But it won’t last.

With trembling hands
She holds her flame,
Not free from pain—
But not the same.

And though the dark
Still calls her name…
She walks through it—
And breaks the chain.