She

BEFORE
she ever
knew
what
it
was,
She
Knew.
Stones
along
the path
Invited
her
forward.
Never
alone.
NEVER
alone.
She
made
her way
sometimes gingerly
sometimes boldly
sometimes
Completely Consumed
in Darkness, Confusion, Pain
There
She learns
the Mysterious Language
There
She learns
Trust
There
She learns
Letting Go Completely,
Falling Into
Loving Life
Loving Herself.

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