The Best Journey of Escape Ever

She was on a full tilt journey of madness said his relatives. She was on a journey of adventure, and they were proud of her Said her relatives. Where to begin? It was a new day. The sun was up. The birds were singing. She was alive! Unclear whether she would be completing a project Or hitting a wall but determined to spin In a notoriously new direction Poetry? Not yet Art? Maybe Painting? Collage? Mural? She opened a closet and began Frantic to enjoy her journey of freedom Glad beyond belief to escape a tyrant of a man Wondering why she had kept this from herself for ten years Poetry? Maybe later. After a sweet cinnamon roll and a cup of coffee Alone in a kitchen with only her thoughts and the cat he hated. She had made her escape. She was alive! The best journey she had ever made.