((I realize that this is two in a row...
It nestles on my windowsill
Almost
Maybe
As if it belongs there
My imagination toys with the idea it presents
Runs wild
Free
Picturing my daredevil escape
Open the window
Climb down the tree
Take off across the grass
Barefoot
Do not stop
No
Stopping is for quitters
I don’t quit
I never quit
The wind snatches at my hair
A tangled mess now
But I don’t mind at all
I’m free
I’m in Spain now
Italy
Morocco
Tibet
I’m not stopping
No
Stopping is for failures
I don’t fail
It sits outside my window
Beckoning me
Calling me
This branch of the old magnolia
Whispering adventure to my curious mind
But no
I shut the window
And take the stairs
Faith. Trust. Pixie Dust.
~Jackie
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