Letting go of the old
Making room for the new
Planning escape isn’t easy
Trapped in a tin can room
The choices are so few

She flies to Vegas on business
The desert reminder is eerie
Of the past she left behind
The emptiness leaves her bleary
Looking back is so very weary

They say it’s the darkest before the dawn
Multi-color hues paint the morning sky
To capture a moment of sheer beauty
My tools are mere words, and, yet I try
Of this I cannot lie