An unsettled feeling hits her in the gut.

Nothing she could do but wait.

Waiting however is the hardest part.

So she walked, and she breathed.

She distracted herself with life.

But her gut screamed at her,

Wouldn’t let her get settled.

Always looking for her next escape,

Her next adventure, her next thing to do.

Keeping her gut off guard,

Knowing it would never be settled,

Not until the time comes, if it ever does

before she sees the silk lining.