She walks the straight and narrow,
Never turning to the left or right
Those behind her follow.
Her burdens become heavy.
While, theirs become light.
Her pace long and direct;
Never losing steam.
in the face of her body screaming.
She walks the straight and narrow, now in despair.
Losing a battle, she was never meant to share.
All she gives and none she rakes.
The support offered, she refuses to take.
Followers have now become bystanders.
They watch, as she sinks beneath the burdens they have made.
She denies her family, walking her same tread.
Little does she know they are slowly slipping away.
She walks the straight and narrow;
Family lost, eating her dust.
Followers still clinging,
Like parasites to an emotional vine.
She won't slow down.
Neither looking to the left, right, or behind.
Family still searching in her sea of "no's"
She walks the straight and narrow.
With no looking back.
~Toto25
