Home.
swimming in the warm haven
As dark as the blackest raven
She knows it is time to leave
A hand, a light leads her
Cold and bold air hits her skin
As the line she shares with her mother
Is cut
And she is breathing on her own
But not alone
Today turns quickly to tomorrow
Then a week
A month
A year then five speeds by
How time flies.

Until memory makes her see slowly
The other true ones faces
The secret hiding places
In the woods past the backyard
The old statues that guard
The small stream
Which gleamed
In the rays of the sun
As she daydreamed
Of what the world was like.

And Every night
she looked up to the lights
protecting
sparkling the majik upon her
so many stars
mars and jupiter
and their promises of the future.

a shooting star falls through the darkness
she wishes upon the naked bareness
of youth and innocence
looking only forward to what would come next.
surrounded by ghosts of the past
with traditions and a culture that lasts
through centuries her ancestors cast
she only wants to grow up fast
and be a part of the mass

glossy magazines enticing
with images new and exciting
she sees the old as stale and boring
starving for the new and unknown
blown away by visual ****es
blinded by stars in her eyes
she realizes
it is time to embark on her own

it is time alone.