an awakening

tip toed faultered
she was once walking the beaten path
well worn by the successful hungry heathens
hungry for money and glory and fame

such a shame they think
for now she teeters on the faultline
shes creating her own path
the ground is shorn and torn

but she is reborn
and has fled the so called safety
of the enchanted forest
where the bewildered masses reside
and yet as time passes
and her life becomes beautiful and true
she still wonders to herself
like a little girl still following the wrong path
who will save me?

*update: this poem was chosen to be published in the next edition of "Shouted Whispers" and can be viewed along with other talented women and set to a background of gorgeous graphics at www.shoutedwhisper.com