The Realization on the Mountaintop
She, growing without your permission. She, kept deep in the pockets of her mind. The physical adaptation to her containment becomes her existence. She will shine. Destined to be what God spoke into her vacant soul and Decided for her empty mold. Full, abundant in the gifts bestowed upon her. Walking in the light of her own testimony. Breathing. Chest rising and falling. Breathing in the midst of her journey. In through the nose. In with the experiences she has encountered. In with understanding. Out through the mouth. Out with the evil of the world. Out with the things not of God and not of her morals. Lonely, not forgotten. Risen like an underdog out of the ash of expectation. Shedding herself of disappointment and opening to learning. She I shall become.