She fell backwards into anonymity
Unreachable (to some)
Unidentifiable (mask on)
Slightly traceable ( she never hid)
Who she is doesn’t matter
Who she isn’t doesn’t matter either
She was sent here for a purpose
The drama and the bullshit – not it
God whispered instructions into her right ear
Clear and realigned it was time
Angels surrounded her -even on the dark days
Especially on dark days
She said thank you one more time
And fell backwards into anonymity
