It wasnít that long ago that she closed the door,
But not all the way.
Silver light shining in a horizontal line
Against her heart.
Just enough space
To let the real her
On days where she needs to remember
The dreams that once anchored her.
Just enough space
To forget about the impossibility.
The inability to be the girl who wasnít
Anxious. Doubtful.
Too afraid to get too close to the

Running, youthful faced with an open soul
Into the future.
I, once was her.
Whatís left? After years of survival,
Being my own seeing eye dog,
The warmth of freedom hardened with life.
Life on lifeís terms.

All thatís left is a woman whose
So afraid of the edge
That she can not enjoy the

Itís been a long time.
Since Iíve felt infinite, inspiring,
A mystery.
Since Iíve felt unhinged from the concrete barriers,
Of the grey this shade of adulthood
What happened to me?

Every woman must feel this way,
At some point on the journey.
That light, I sanctuary behind an almost closed door.
Has been all but stomped out by the jealously of women,
Or the fear of a man.

It wasnít that long ago that she closed the door,
But not all the way.
Letís just stand in its light
For a while.

Written by IntoTheRain
Author's Note
Just some realizations I have been struggling with. I have come so far, but it's changed me. I used to shine, and I feel so dull lately. Just a season passing, not a permanent mood.
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