That maybe, just MAYBE all of her problems would finally cease and dissipate
That maybe, she’d find the control she’d been craving for so long
That maybe, at last, she could taste a drop of salvation
And maybe she were right and ’twas for the best
Maybe it would calm her quenching thirst of freedom
Maybe it would help her get over her demons
But what if she finds herself helpless and can’t stand to reach out to that ‘maybe’?
What if she can’t picture herself with that ‘maybe’?
What if she cannot decipher the possibilities of that ‘maybe’?
So instead, she chooses the latter alternative
She takes the highway option
She learns to face the hurricane with pride and elegance
The upshot seems to be surprisingly uncanny
She learns to gather the courage to stand the storm in her head
She tames the devil inside her mind
She learns to face her worst nightmares with her head as everest
Now, maybe, walking away is not a wise option, after all
Maybe, this way she has gathererd the confidence she was lacking
Maybe, now, she will be bold enough to take the substitute that is baffling but accurate for HER.