Rogue finds solace

Sharon: Mindless tasks, mindless day sweep by and I am running for the goal, wrapped in red, tied with golden threads, and I am finding the knots hard to break as each twist cuts into skin, more red spills on the red, and I find myself reminiscing of another life time, another version of me, I had kept tucked deep inside, and her cries I no longer can ignore, this vertigo, this transformation, this leaving of the familiar, so very not what I should be doing, my experiences has told me the fine lines hide the devil, the fine lines notched in my face, wrinkled now as I see daylight