I cannot find my way back to young
It existed once a long time ago
but the vestiges
the silent breath of it
are gone
One day I will not exist
my voice
my heart will be silent
I will be a whisper in the trees
A flower reaching for the sun
An echo in the cry of a newborn kitten
My face will fade into the earth
But for now
I step into the day with the courage
that I am alive
And contemplating the next journey
wherever it begins and ends
StoryGirl 