This girl is me.
Tendrils of lacy green fabric drip gently off my slender body into a puddle by my bare feet. Silent but knowing trees gently wave their steadfast limbs over me, feeling my struggle. I breathe deep the scents and sounds of my impending escape from the bonds of solicitude. My beautiful enchanted forest yearning to swallow all of my sorrows and insecurities.
On my hands and knees, I slowly bring my face over the edge of the pond, and into the eye line of a young woman who has set up residence in the deep, magical pond. Searching her face for a sign of recognition while deep, mournful croaks of a single toad put my mind into a deep reflective state. I stare longingly into the rippling brown eyes of this woman who seems oddly familiar, yet unrecognizable; silently begging her for mercy and grace. The toad stares longingly at me; waiting.
Suddenly, my past claws it's way to the surface trying desperately to destroy me, grasping for my throat with vile intentions of suffocating me until there is no hope for reparation. Violently screaming at this evil force that has tried to murder all of my hope, I swiftly throw myself towards the woman who is waiting for me with her knowing, brown eyes. Her glassy face contorts and breaks, liquid shards flying incongruously. The liquid sepulcher silencing at once my mournful regrets. A dreamy, sanguine sleep takes over my troubled soul. The covenant of growth and regeneration to be fulfilled in this, now, silent clearing.
The mournful toad watches kindly, gathering strength, preparing for his own freedom.
. . . To be continued
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