She got so tired
of feeling wrong,
she thought about
what it would be
to feel right.

At least so far
as her process
was concerned.

And her feelings.
And the ways
she had found
to be in a world
that didn’t seem
to be for her.

What if
in those things,
she got to be right.

What if
her truth was
simply to be free
in her secret garden,
among her
lilac dreams.