She sits upon a stump,
Serene is written across her face.
She listens and sees through the cracks in your path.
She hears you.
You want to get back on the path.
You want to own the ground beneath your feet.
Your pleas don’t fall on deaf ears.
She only awaits the time where you will stop denying her.
Until then she will continue to quietly whisper
Own your authenticity
Into your ear.
You want to shrink away but you meet her eyes.
Who do you want to be and
Who do you choose to be open to love?
She asks then reaches her hand out.
You have a choice, to run from yourself or take her hand.