Diary of a Mad Woman

She slowly walks parks at night

Just to see what strange things lurk

In the darkness.

Hand feeds animals

Nobody should even be around

Let alone feed.

Dances in the pouring rain

While everyone else

Runs for cover.

Keeps her hair pinned up

So nobody can see

Its beauty.

 

Strained hearts against a life

Foretold by a woman years ago

Led the mad woman down a path

Nobody could see coming.

 

At one point she came to a split in the road

One path was short, but had no hurdles

The other very long, but had thorns and branches covering it.

 

Coming out of the path

Beaten and worn

She finally wrote her memoirs

“Diary of a Mad Woman.”