She was lighter than usual

She was preoccupied with tiny cuts

She was drenched and mired in the tedious

That had been a good thing

Then arrived the blue devil

Her mind was peanuts, donuts, and coconuts

And there was the rub and the medius

She had wanted to sing

Now she was walking down the dark road

There was no absolution

All that had been tucked away was put in front

Guilt, shame, and lack of grace

The thoughts were searing and deeply peering

There was nowhere to hide

The dark road always creeps up on you