I loosen my life like a ribbon in wind, set down the weight of borrowed hours. A quiet magic opens the path ahead— and love, light as breath, finds me where I begin again.
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The lady in black overlooking a rocky road, A hat and a pair gloves are seen within her light load.
Tossed aside are the burdens of life’s past, As the drizzling rain falls she uses her scarf within the wind as her ship’s steady mast.
Thoughts forever dancing within the spaces of her mind, Content to chill with a simple glass of red wine.
Within the turbulent gray sky a narrow beam of light shines, Offering her a release from the past chains which bind and a new lease on life as she looks up and notices a sign, A sign to begin anew and unwind, throwing away the haunting passage of another time…..
@therighttothink50 She does not flee the past; she outgrows it. And the sign she follows is simple, undeniable: this moment, this breath, this choosing, herself— again.
