forgive me; it's been a while since i've REALLY written...

crystal rain drops streaming down
from the liquid blue skies of her face,
flushed cheeks the color of crimson rose petals

mood matching weather,
streets and highways blur.
she drives to escape
what inevitably seems to follow and surround

what once was home
becomes a concrete cell.
embracing the cold dark recesses
she imprisons herself from scourn.

the utmost prison:
two short walls, a desk, a computer;
phones ringing off the hook
like cats screeching in the night.

trying her best to be everything
(that they want),
she always feels she fails.
no longer standing on her own,
succumbing to the pressures:

prettier, thinner, taller, wealthier;
more of this more of that,
never seems to be enough.

simplicity is gone
replaced with struggles and stress;
growing up and growing into
what is considered 'real life'.

reaching, grasping for the future
that lies so within her reach--
the true inner adult ready to dry her tears,
to be at peace with the trials and tribulations
of 'almost there'.