The Water

January 24, 2005

She has spent so much time wandering, trying to find her past. It consumes her like a deep flame, trying to draw her backwards. She is broken in the most devastating sense. Her vision is blurred to the point that she can’t even see her next step; blurred with hopeless tears.

She sits beside a peaceful river, letting her toes dangle inside. The water is deep, like her soul. So deep she can’t look into it, is afraid to even… but all at once she finds things eroding, changing, and being swept away in this icy river. Her pain remains, Her scars remain. Her memory remains. But her dreams do not. Her wishes are gone. Her reality has at last arrived and she can live in it. Her fears were taken in the split-second decision she made to let them go.

She breathes and closes her eyes. The world is a beautiful place.

…. Even if you are alone.