A Lost Girl is Born

    The tears ran down her cheeks unchecked as she stared out the window. The pain that washed through her soul was intense and she could not stop her sorrow if she tried. An angry sigh escaped her and she wiped the tears away. Why was she torturing herself for this whole mess? Why did she care so damn much? Her green gaze shifted upward to stare at the stars but what faced her was startling. The moon rode high in the sky, almost full and glowing white. Surrounding the moon was a triangle could that glowed with the moonlight. Her mouth formed a small o as she stared at the apparition. After a few moments of staring at the glowing triangle she let out a pent up breath. She jumped to her feet and ran outside. Face lifted to the glowing wonder above she reveled in the amazing sight she was witnessing. Warmth spread through her and quotes came to her mind instantly from one of her favorite motivational speakers.

 

 Love is the ability and willingness to allow those that you care for to be what they choose for themselves without any insistence that they satisfy you. Stop acting as if life is a rehearsal. Live this day as if it were your last. The past is over and gone. The future is not guaranteed.

What we think determines what happens to us, so if we want to change our lives, we need to stretch our minds.

   She stood under the triangle of moonlight and clouds and pondered these thoughts in her mind. She soon realized that she had to choose a path. There was the path of pain and loss, the dwelling on what could have been. Or there was the path of laughter and happiness where anything was possible. She smiled, the tears on her cheeks long dried in the gentle night breeze. She felt herself step on the path of light, the path of happiness and she felt the wondrous happiness fill her soul.

 

"Perhaps all will right itself in time." she whispered to the moon.

 

"Thank you for showing me the way home." She turned and went into the house, to her bed, and to her dreams.

The bridge before her sways in the wind and she pauses in her headlong flight. Hands gripping the rough rope of the bridge she stares down into the chasm below. Sharp rocks stretch toward her, white water crashing around the spires and she feels a shiver of fear. Her gaze lifts to stare at the opposite side of the swaying bridge and her life waits on the other side. Does she have the courage to walk across the shifting ropes and planks? Knuckles white she grips the rope and glances towards the menacing river below. She can almost hear it taunting, step out, and step wrong so it can claim her forever. Her eyes close and she draws in a deep breath. Lungs fill with the crisp clean air that is scented with water, granite and pine. She feels these scents; these things of nature purge the poison out of her soul. She feels the sadness, the pain, the crushing loneliness flow out of me to disappear. She opens her eyes to stare at the other side of the bridge. She ignores the frayed ropes of the handrail and the cracks in the wood as she steps out onto the still swaying bridge. All she can see is the salvation on the other side, all she can taste is freedom to be who she is without apology. '

 

   Chin lifting she steps boldly out again and again, eyes only on the possibilities of what is to come. In the middle of the bridge she falters slightly as she see’s something black sliding in and out of the trees on the other side of the chasm. The wind picks up, the bridge sways more but she clings to the handrails watching that black ghost move in and out of the trees. She cannot make out what it is and she is afraid. Fear clutches at her heart and she feels herself slipping. She can almost hear the triumph in the crashing water below, eager it is for her to fall into its murky depths to be dashed into nothing. Her breath catches as the black ghost comes into view and she smiles wide. Her heart no longer feels fear and it leaps into her chest with happiness. The black horse rears as it reaches the other end of the bridge and its neigh echoes throughout the forest. Courage returns, the bridge stops swaying and her eyes cling to the horse as she knows it will carry her to the next phase in her life. Moving forward again and again. She can see the glossy coat of the horse, the flowing mane and tail as it stomps and twirls as she gets closer. She feels the joy emanating from the noble creature and she knows she must ride. She must take this horse to the next destination in my life to purge the ghosts from my soul. The wind tries one last time to dislodge her from the forward flight and she clings to the ropes. Soon she is jumping off the bridge onto the land and she throws her arms around the majestic steed. She feels her courage strong within. She feels her soul rejoicing at the return of who she truly is. Leaning back she stares into the dark brown eye of the horse.  She presses her forehead to his and breathe out allowing him to take her scent and she takes in his. She feels the merging of a true friend and she sighs with relief. With a cry of joy she leaps to his back and with a whirl of hooves we are off on our magical adventure.