There was a time i thought her pretty and vibrant. Now I can see that they are just part of her memories.
Her eyes tired and wary. Her hair no longer cut smartly. laugh lines shallow from lack of use.
When have you been, woman? Did you see life or hell? Can you still distinguish between the two?
Do you miss the feel of the wind in your hair as you fly? Do you long for the exhaustion of your legs from running? Do you remember how your heart raced from loving? Will you still recognize the sound of your laughter?
Are you satisfied with your memories or do you want to make new ones again? Have you hidden from the world for so long you don't know how to come out anymore?
There is still time. The door is just behind you and the window is just to your left. Run out. Fly out. Be free.
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