she sits on the
escarpment of time, with
the winds of her past
hitting on her back, whispering
into her ears;
supplicating her to learn
from its mistakes, while giving her
a reassurance that it will help
her step forward.but the view in front of her
is nebulous, concealing
the path from her eyes that
seek to make sense
of a future;
the destiny they are unsure of.yet there is a thrill
to the discovery of oneself,
of all the experiences to have and
emotions to feel.her heart sings
as she jumps off the precipice,
inspirited by the
parachute of her present,
of the world she has built,
that promises to
take her gently into the
landscapes and vistas slowly
revealing themselves
beneath her feet.
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letters to no one ➳ [poetry]
Poetry❝i've delicately chosen letters to form words and words to form sentences, each sentence a colorful paint stroke on the canvas of my mind.❞ [ #1 in poetry on 27/08/16 ]