she sits on the

escarpment of time, with

the winds of her past

hitting on her back, whispering

into her ears;

supplicating her to learn

from its mistakes, while giving her

a reassurance that it will help

her step forward.

but the view in front of her

is nebulous, concealing

the path from her eyes that

seek to make sense

of a future;

the destiny they are unsure of.

yet there is a thrill

to the discovery of oneself,

of all the experiences to have and

emotions to feel.

her heart sings

as she jumps off the precipice,

inspirited by the

parachute of her present,

of the world she has built,

that promises to

take her gently into the

landscapes and vistas slowly

revealing themselves

beneath her feet.