She chose to walk alone
Though others wondered why
Refused to look before her,
Kept eyes cast upwards,
Towards the sky.-
She didn't have companions
No need for earthly things.
Only wanted freedom,
From what she felt were
Puppet strings.-
She longed to be a bird. That she might fly away.
She pitied every blade of grass
For planted they would stay.-
She longed to be a flame,
That brightly danced alone.
Felt jealous of the steam
That made the air its only home.-
Some say she wished too hard.
Some say she wished too long.
But we awoke one autumn day
To find that she was gone..-
The trees, they say stood witness.
The sky refused to tell.
But someone who had seen it said
The story played out well.-
She spread her arms out wide.
Breathed in the break of dawn.
She just let go of all she held...-
And then she was gone.
2007-03-20
12:32:45
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