Here

Her breath is gone.

The wind took it away last night in her dreams.

She sat there in the dark. She wanted to awake to see the sun one more day. At the same time, she never wanted to awake again; to remain asleep; to let everything that life brought to the weary wash away.

The darkness surrounded her as the internal debate began.

“I can remain here,” she thought, “I can remain here where life no longer exists. Yes, maybe I can.”

She held her breath. 

She was ready to let go, to free fall to a lack of existence.

She sat there in the dark. She wanted to awake to see the sun one more day. At the same time, she never wanted to awake again; to remain asleep; to let everything that life brought to the weary wash away.

The darkness surrounded her.

“You must remain,” she heard the presence of her ancestors speak, “Your time is not yet complete.”

Would she breathe again? 

She was ready to let go, to free fall into the abyss of perceived freedom. 

She sat there in the dark. She wanted to awake to see the sun one more day. 

At the same time, she never wanted to awake again; to remain asleep; to let everything that life brought to the weary wash away.

The darkness surrounded her.

Stay?

Or go?

On the tightrope of choice, she stood.

Then, she heard the presence of her Soul and her Spirit speak, “Your life is worth living.”

And thus, on the tightrope of choice, she made the choice to remain. 

She is here.

She is not going anywhere.