From the depths of darkness and into the light she steps. Her first glimpse in days. The sun so bright it inflates her soul. She inhales sharply, the smile growing as fresh air fills her lungs. She stands a little taller with every passing second. Each step taken a little quicker. She sees the field, the ache to feel grass beneath her feet grows. She increases her pace. The grass coming closer. She runs for it. From the safety of a cave to the unknown adventure in the field. Shes reaches the edge and stops suddenly. The aroma of the flowers crashes into her and she glows with the sun. That first step, the tender touch of the grass makes her laugh as it tickles her sole. She flopped. Rolling into the field like a young spirited child. Shes lifted again. Her inner light beaming through her eyes. She is happy. She is revived. She is free.
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“She is free.” And I was rooting for her the entire way. I’m so glad to have stumbled on to this. Interestingly enough, I read it in my head as more a “whisper” than spoken word – so much like ASMR. It’s a truly strong write, and you’re immeasurably talented!
Thank you!! Sometimes I feel alone in my ways of writing but to receive such sweet words for my works makes my day.