Branching

Branching. She noticed she was branching one day around noon. She had branched many times before, but for some reason this time felt different. She had split from her past again, and become something different altogether. A new consciousness to explore. Everything was as she had never seen it before, and she was calm. She did not feel fear like the first times, instead she remained serene. A bird flew by that she knew she would see again, and hadn’t seen, sometimes. She walked along a road she had never walked down before all the while stepping in prints that fit perfectly. She decided to follow where the footprints were leading. She sometimes did, and she sometimes did not. One time she could not see the footprints, one time a long while back. She remembered why she forgot. She knew what she could do and what she could also do, and knew nothing was what she would do. 

 As the path grew wilder and became overcome with brambles of blackberries, she was forced to fight against the branches reaching out to grab her until suddenly light enveloped her and she broke through into a clearing. It was just the sun, again. Disheartened, she fell to her knees not knowing what she would do, where she had been, or where she was going. But then she got up again, because she knew she would, and there was no sense in waiting around about it. She had two perfectly fine legs and she knew she had to get up and walk, walk without clinging on to anything. Or, she could cling onto everything, in a way. But not all her self could. Only some of herself would go along with everything.

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  1. amy iversonNovember 26, 2022 at 5:42 PM

    "and there was no sense in waiting around about it," I like that line a lot!

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