overloaded, overwhelmed, she is able to change her mold,

get traction, grab a hold

flexible, elastic, ready to change 

bending, changing, shaping, rearranged

 

But no longer can she bend

no more strength can she lend

finally she snaps with a crack 

of trains tearing themselves from their tracks

 

tossed into a rut that seems to deepen

with every step the sides steepen 

trapping her like a mouse in a maze 

bewildered, lost in its craze 

 

now she is lost, no where to turn.

no where to go, old memories burn 

all she can do is shed her tears 

as she searches for the source of her fears

 

two steps forward, one step back

staying steady, following the track

fire now lit, the flame growing 

embers thick smoke blowing 

 

lost in her thoughts 

mind twisted into knots

she'll come out on top 

determined never to stop

 

No more falling like raindrops 

that slap on the street.

Now she is Elite.