A canopy of darkness

Envelopes the quiet garden

The snow glistens and sparkles

Reflecting the glow of the full moon.

The flowers have gone to rest

Petals wilted, turning to crinkled dust

The trees barren, skeletons now,

Beautiful in their slumber.

Cold, midnight air caresses her skin

Prodding the tiny hairs on her

Exposed arms and legs to stand

Anticipatory and chilling in equal measure.

Her feet bare, she takes the first step

Her big toe gingerly presses

Into the stone garden path

And she inhales sharply at the feeling.

She exhales and looks ahead

The stone path leads to a gate

And further on ahead into the dark

Away from the safety of the garden.

Furrowed eyebrows and determination

She takes the first step

And another

Until her fingers rest on the gate’s latch.

The next part of the journey

Requires a leap of faith

A trust in the unseen, desire to grow

Reliance on oneself more than the world.

She closes her eyes and whispers

A silent prayer to the universe

And without further hesitation

She opens the gate and steps forward.

Hopes and wishes and dreams

Heart full of good intentions

She plots her course and sets off

Beginning at the end.

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