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Reclaiming A Path of Freedom From The Past
A Poem about becoming
The journey had been long,
and many times
she thought of giving up.
It was hope
that pushed her forward,
lifting each foot one by one
walking in a timeless trance.
It wasn’t until
she reached the end
that she realized she was meant
to be at the beginning.
She no longer wished to stand
on the top of the mountain
where the cold wind
threatened her undoing,
where only the loneliest
of birds could reach her heart.
She knew she didn’t have to fly
to prove she was air,
she was already air.
Her place was at the
bottom of the peaks
where the water flows freely
in the channels carved in valley floors
by the slow retreat of ancient blue ice.
She searched in the shallows
where the rushes grow in marshes,
where night earth seeps
with the rising of the underscents
and the first moss sets leaf on rock
in the realm of the…
