My Journey Continues

A flutter of wings
flap
  flapping
upon my shoulder,

urging me on,
gently pushing

forward I must go.

So much is left behind me,
it needs not be revisited,
some memories remain,

and others lay forgotten
in the ashes of burnt offerings.

I am not the girl
who once cowed in shame,
the tree of knowledge
offered no truth,

back straight
chin up...

a smile where there once was none,
I am a woman in form and grace

daughter of Eve,
I have places to go

and apples to pick...

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