And she was gone by Ginger Foutley

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She chose to walk alone

Though others wondered why

Refused to look before her

Eyes cast upwards, towards the sky

She didn't have companions

No need for earthly things

She 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 it's 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 she was gone

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