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| picture my own |
The ways of the world and the flow
of the stream directed where she would go,
yet felt something were missing, maybe a knowing she once had,
sorrow tinged instead her shadow, ‘til
she detoured this one particular day.
Who knew she would end up here,
away from the danger obedience teaches,
a long-held breath fading away her
fears so she may dance,
and she dances with the fire, too close it would seem,
scatters all she has and
everything she knows as ashes would blow in the wind,
she’s flown to the waters’ edge where
the waves roll with the cries of the seagulls
and the mist kisses away her
tears, she is now, she is here, she is home.
