She stands there
peering over the edge of the world,
already hovering in the fractals
of the gardens that stretch for her.
Her cheek is pressed against the glass
while purity is tormented by the fog
that lies in the undertones of her breath.
But she carves her little finger
straight through it on the glass
as her mind trips
off the edge of the shadow…
She holds no hesitation, no fear
of the world outside that beckons her.
She only sees she must go
and leave behind all she knows.
Namaste, Laura (Luna) Marie XO