The girl crouched, ready at any moment to spread her wings and fly off into the unknown.  How long it has been that she has longed for this day. Her wings, no longer broken and torn. The scars have faded from her body and her heart. She prepares for her flight. Standing too closely to the edge, if one could not fly, and closing her eyes.  Taking in one deep, comforting breath she springs from the cliff. Soaring into the night as if her wings were never tattered before. She opens her eyes to see the beauty of the earth staring up at her. The wing raising a tune in her ear. Oh my, isn't it beautiful.

While touching back down she feels as if she has been revived. resurrected in a sort of term that which very few could possibly comprehend. There was space and time. All in her hands. All at her feet. All she had to do was open her eyes.  For the first time as if she were a new born seeing the world for the first time, she was amazed at the beauty that it held. Comforted by the warm, wrapping breeze that coiled around her body. Coating her with the thick scent of summer air in the field which she stands. There was peace and serenity.  There was hope. There was happiness.

I am happy. I am free.