She walked closer to the edge.
The fresh smell hit her nose.
All she could hear were the streams below.
All she could see was how the wildflower's continued to grow.
It had been years since her feet ran on the soil
and the mud danced between her toes.
Now, here she was at 29 looking out below,
into the clay pit that helped her grow.
As a child she was one with nature,
and her heart was wild and pure.
What happened to the time?
She longed for the times that raised her.
Her foot slowly moved forward
and as she felt the mud she sighed.
She knew then she would be OK
she no longer had to hide.
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