Like the ever-flowing ocean tide,
her life evolved through space and time.
Each crashing wave made her wise,
through ebb and flow, she chose to rise.
When thunder struck, she did not hide - she wouldn't even close her eyes.
Waiting for the storm pass,
she dug her feet down in the grass.
Gazing forward, standing strong,
she slowly began to sing her song.
The simple melody, from her heart,
inspired the fog and clouds to part.
Suddenly it struck her, a gleam of sun,
her earthy feet produced a run.
With the wind in her hair,
she ran through the trees.
This was her moment.
She was finally Free.
About the Creator
Eden Renee
My life is a garden; I am the black rose.
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