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Butterfly wings and a soft crooked smile. Determination and a soulful stare. Not much more has she to offer, but she offers it without hesitation. Her heart, an open book, is an easy acquisition. Her tears flow freely, providing rivers for hurt’s voyage. Her journey begins…

Standing at sanity’s edge, she peers over…bargaining for a quick descent. She closes her eyes and takes the first step, silently praying that she’s chosen the right ledge. Her wings are lifted and mangled by the venomous updrafts and she flutters downward. Unseen, hidden claws, scornful and mocking, rip at her skin and taunt her will. Ever smiling and arms outstretched, she closes her eyes and embraces the hatred, knowing that there is no retreat. Decision made….finality.

There is no light, no evidence that her decision was wise. Is she well enough prepared for where she will land? Will she be accepted and worthy once her journey ends? She can only hold fast to faith in her heart and its desires. Plummeting towards love, towards beauty…she hopes that the devastating impact will be worth it, that the pain will be absorbed as bliss.

“Please,” she whispers as her wings are ripped away and her toes touch terra. “Please…”

Silence explodes around her and the darkness is blinding. Huddled and shivering, vulnerable now, her emotions are struggling to infuse with logic. Her eyes, still closed tightly, fear the scenery unveiled. This environment is foreign…but it is home. “I am afraid, “she whispers aloud, and this admission goes unanswered.

She has fallen, by intent….influenced by adoration. She tentatively opens her eyes and blinks as the harsh light invades. Flightless and left to balance herself on trembling legs, she takes one hesitant step towards forever……towards Him…..and smiles…