And She Was Gone: By Ginger Foutley

                    And She Was Gone. By Ginger Foutley.



 She chose to walk alone
 
Though others wondered why
 
Refused to look before her
 
Eyes cast upwards, towards the sky
 
She didn't have companions
 
No need for earthly things
 
She only wanted freedom
 
From what she felt were puppet strings
 
She longed to be a bird
 
That she might fly away
 
She pitied every blade of grass
 
For planted they would stay
 
She longed to be a flame
 
That brightly danced alone
 
Felt jealous of the steam
 
That made the air its only home
 
Some say she wished too hard
 
Some say she wished too long
 
But we awoke one autumn day
 
To find that she was gone
 
The trees, they say, stood witness
 
The sky refused to tell
 
But someone who had seen it
 
Said the story played out well
 
She spread her arms out wide
 
Breathed in the break of dawn
 
She just let go of all she held
 
And she was gone