She knows not of her past avenger
nor of the crosses that laid at her side
she is only focused
on now,
when the clouds cycle
beneath her weathered feet,
and she waits
to be one of them.
Her senses are distraught
yet she cannot be the blame
for her gentle heart
speaks of,
innocence riding foamy waves
while her mind pushes forward,
and she follows
not knowing what else.
She just wants to fly
an eager baby bird ready for flight
as the sun breaks through
she jumps,
performing a graceful ballet
and if she falls too fast,
she believes wholly
somebody will catch her.
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Inspired by this breathtaking picture: http://melgama.deviantart.com/art/Freedom-26865762
