Train Tracks, Country Roads. Destination? Escape? Hope? Foolishness.

I was on Pintrest earlier, trying to de-stress, to pick up some fragile pieces that have broken off of me today and figure out what to do with them. I created a new board titled The Road To Freedom. Lots of roads, country lanes, city streets. All to take me far away. I realized that those roads were hope and I stopped pinning. What, really, is the point? Hope is a foolish thing to hold on to. So today, I let it go. Having clutched it tightly to my breast for so long it's wings are battered and torn, bruised and bent. But it will fly away, and I will be glad to see the back of it. Hope has claws under those beautiful wings. Let it go torment someone else now.