the spirit of the gentle girl lives within her
still
the beginnings she knew were easy, free
playing in the dirt, running in the weeds
higher than her head
stretching to the fields beyond
the embers of the fire mesmerizing
pictures and sensations rising warmly
from the reddened and ambered
coals
the blue of the sky, the sound of the woods
encompassing her soul
speaking so clearly without uttering a
single word
was it innocence....no
it was truth, peace and connection
it was comfort and confidence
born in the yearnings of her soul
at the start life was unencumbered
it was long summer nights
mornings slow to wake
long walks alone when the urge
to just be was easily honored
how perfect, to be in the land of her heart
again
not because of magic or senility
not because of depressed denial
because she revitalized it
craved it
allowed it
again, with wings spread
once more seated in her soul
recapturing the energy of
her
life
her
truth
her
self
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