I need a title!

this has been a work in progress for a while now...I have given it a tentative title "Journey" waddya think? I'm open to suggestions. by Christine E. Schultz As nightmare morphed into reality an anguished spirit seized power over me. Reason fled, escaping my insanity. My soul was imprisoned, as if inside a statue, But my eyes could still see. Fumbling about on broken feet. Pain’s signal journeyed through my body. With every pulsing beat, like someone stabbing me repeatedly with a cold, steel blade ripping through me. Barely attached, my soul drifted above me as if by string. Watching the dead woman walking Mechanically… The blind woman’s eyes Trying not to see, what she could see. Ahead the road stretched to infinity. Behind I could see it winding jaggedly, Glimpsing cliffs and trenches of my journey, Strewn with millions of pieces of me. The world still functioned, peculiarly, blindly uncaring about what was happening. Fatigued legs were no longer able to carry me. With nothing left, I reached above with arms weary. I started to climb the ladder That wouldn’t end. Rung by rung I reached with limbs that wouldn’t bend. The task too daunting, I let go, falling and falling and falling. I welcomed death on impact, But the ground below was opening. I tried to stop but couldn’t act, And the descent continued unrelentingly. I fought furiously my unseen enemy, But gravity wouldn’t loosen its grip on me. Violently squirming and writhing and turning. Furiously fighting the air to be free, Free from this burning futility, This agony of exertion, Of too much space surrounding me. Closing my eyes I folded myself inside. Struggling no more, I could faintly hear The opening of some distant door. I became weightless, as light as a feather but one matted and torn; A veteran from many a violent storm. With senses returning, I slowed to a float. With gradual clarity Came a musical note. The "Fur Elise" danced through the air. Taken immediately, I became increasingly aware. The wilted, thirsty flower that had become me Began drinking it in, greedily. As I pulled my soul back into me, vibrant colors painted my world vividly. a vision of clarity burst inside me A voice whispered tenderly, "Give me your life child; don't you see?" "Come in from outside child leave your decisions to me." Calmness rushed from head to toe; was this all I had needed to know? This misery, this broken soul, like a treasure hunter finding gold. Like a jealous lover, an overprotective mother I grabbed on, not wanting to let go. An aching, bleeding, wounded heart once thought doomed forevermore had discovered that ancient secret all of civilization had been searching for.