Millicent

Here I stand
at a crossroads
And yet not.
I have been
Millicent
going into the woods
for a very long time.
Perhaps my entire life.
Playing and dancing
Timid and scared
Determined.
Lost.
Will this face floating forward
Survive
the dream of the day?
Or melt back
into that
quieter, safer place
Not quite ready
to meet
the sunlight?

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