She Drove

One day she drove

far away

past the cove

she drove

Snow melted

rain pelted

she drove

to places she would never see

and parts of her never to be

she drove

Maybe there was a place

no one could trace

Where she would go

she didn’t know

she drove

Would she cut her hair?

Maybe if she dared

color it blonde

or black

and cut it above

her mid-back

She caught a glimpse of herself

in the rear-view mirror

it was becoming clearer

she could drive and drive

and never arrive

She stopped her car

she had traveled so far

yet nowhere at all

Gazing at her reflection

she added an introspection:

“As far as I travel

as far as I flee

I can never truly

escape from me.”