Release

Fluttering softly like a butterfly
That turns to paper snips
Floating slowly down

Silently,

Silence. Not a sound, not a breath,
Nothing moves.

Then she starts,

spinning on the tip of a toe
Sailing, soaring,
Arms reaching up high
Facing the sky,
Eyes closed, breathing in the stillness

I'm here, I live, I love
I'm here, I live, I dare
I'm here, I live, I see
I'm here, I live,
and I stop

The swishing comes to a rest
Brushing her ankles,
It's life

sudden pauses,
a second chance,
Or maybe a dozen.
stop..
And silently trudge away
From where the snips still lay