Past Reacting

It’s madness,
what she had to brave.
To collapse in greener pastures,
past paths too many had to pave.
Tolls, and toil, and tenebrous trouble,
for just a second’s graze.
Now she knows the sound of laughter,
but can’t crack a smile to wrap her words.
Her face intact,
but past reacting first.
Just know she started starry eyed,
and that’s her home,
despite how far she flies.
To find a sight of sorrow spared.
A way to serve them sky,
without the stairs.
She knows that love is always lingering,
and it was never hard knocks
that made her fingers sing.
That song was in her from the start,
and the painful only frayed her heart.
Stylish? Sure.
But the wisest work the kindness cure.
So, why dive?
When lives last much lovelier,
atop the sun strewn tides?
I promise you,
you have nothing true
you need to hide.