She woke up after several years of unintentional and uninterrupted slumber.
And asked, speaking to none in particular but herself and her Maker,

“how did I get here?!”

She’s being in the Adam-kind of slumber
(remember, the biblical Adam and Eve story?)
Only for her, no Adam came from her hips. Still trying to figure out what came out of those loins as she flies through life with a limp! She reckons if Eve came out of Adam, so can Adam come out of Eve.
Ugh, must be the feminist lib! She got it twisted but didn’t realize it
Any wonder why she’s been in a slumber of sorts all these years.

“How did I get here?!” she asked again

If she gave her Maker time to respond, He would have responded
But she really wasn’t looking for an answer; at least not from Him
for He might say a thing or two that she still wasn’t ready to embrace.

But embrace she has to sooner than later
For now, she’s still trying to figure it all out alone

Help her please if you care

How far back can she trace those steps
that have walked various continents, climbed endless hills and mountains (all exercises of fruitless endurance), and being out of tons of valleys (at least she got her zen back from those), weathered several storms (she didn’t know how she survived them – the heat, cloudy days that culminated into rains and storms), known and embraced many hearts (though most of those hearts broke hers and few left it un-mendable she had to forgive them to live), and walked paths that few dared to tread (but for which she knew she was born a visionary and pacesetter).

But, my oh my
Where did all the dreams go?

And how’s life doing her instead of her doing life?

How did she get here?

Is’t karma?
But karma for what, who, when, or where?
She’s a happy-go-lucky humane being; wouldn’t hurt a fly
Yet many left her hurt, wounded, deeply too
But she’s one quick to brush off hurts and continue living
She held no grudge
One who wouldn’t allow her joy stolen or dampened.

Still she contemplated
“how did I get here?!”

At least she’s awoken
It’s just the beginning

Of answers unfolding
If she keeps asking
She’ll surely get the answer she’s been avoiding
An answer that will set her free
And mend her heart
And not only redirect her steps
But place those feet back on the solid paths
And bring her the right connections
Double for all her past troubles
So her latter years, like Job, become greater than her former years

The awakening whispers to her
that those years of slumber
And un-manifested dreams
Were all part of her life’s personal equations
That it wasn’t karma nor retribution
Nor unforgiveness
Nor paying for the sins of her parents or anyone
For had she not gone through all those
She wouldn’t be competent to handle her new years
They were all preparations for her new crown

Then she’ll be able to answer

Just how she got there and here.