Free

Once upon a time...

There was a girl.
She thought herself Fierce
Ferocious
Focused
Free
and many other F words.
She never had a plan.
Just instinct.
Her motto was 'no regrets' to hid the pain of all of her mistakes.
So many mistakes.

Then one day...
The girl breathed into those scars and found she no longer had use for them.
They no longer hurt nor twinged when she poked at them.
She realized the tragedy she was forever rereading was over
The final act long gone, and the tears long spent.

She looked at the treasure right in front of her
The magick she was looking for had been looking straight back the whole time.

But she waited too long
And the magick was faded and cold
Replaced with indifference and complacency. 

She wept and screamed
At how cruel and ironic the Gods were.
So much sorrow... And so much regret.
But she was
Finally
Free