But
a Spark unknown
to
all except those
who
have come before, she lies
alone.
The water, her life blood, does not
nurture;
she tries not to drown but
her
feet weigh her down; only the crown
stays
above. Safety lies in getting
Out. Escape. Away.
Back
to where she came from.
Back
home.
Safe.
She
pours out with the water & a flash
of
light, too bright, the crown closes and
Spark
disappears.
Nowhere
to go.
Home
is no more. Fears
of
drowning keep her alive. Distrust
keeps
her moving.
She
flies, chases the clouds of other lives, hides in the space left vacant by one
she doesn’t know, presumed gone, dead; escaped when there was still time.
Then
one day
she
looks ahead and sees:
Spark.
It was there all along.
It
never left. It was just waiting to be
Seen.
Acknowledged. Validated.
In
the Trees, the Stones, the Sky and
Earth.
She found home.
Within
her heart.
Safe.
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