She stumbled down the road.
Unaware of her destination. No idea where she was headed. Somehow, time had allowed her to forget. But still onward, she continued.
She was scared. But she didn't care. Because she was sick of being sad. Scared seemed safer somehow.
She knew that with time, she would come into her courage. That her bravery would take hold and take over.
And she knew that it didn't matter that she knew not where she would end up. That it only mattered she was leaving where she was.
Because where she was, wasn't working. Because where she was, didn't deserve her.
And where she was going, wherever that was, wanted her. Where she was going, was crying out her name.
Her load felt heavy though. So she began to examine the wares she carried. And she started to let go.
She let go of the things that did not belong to her. The things she should have never picked up. The things that caused the heaviness of her heart.
And soon, with each small stumble, she started to feel lighter. And she started to feel free.
Eventually, her stumbles turned to strides and her strides turned to sprints. And she felt her feet on the ground and the wild wind in her hair.
And she wept. She wept for those that came before her. She wept for those that will come after. But no longer in her heart will she hold their tears. Not anymore. Not ever again.
And for the first time, in a long time, she smiled. And she sparkled.
Because it was then that she remembered that it was her truth she was traveling to.