Exodus…

[Father]

She falls away
To distance herself
From the long ago fields of her youth
She cannot see the thread that holds her
As it twines with the present and portents her tomorrow
For it belies its grasp on her sense of the passing of time

“I am not a little girl anymore” escapes from her lips
And by this statement, she sets a stone upon her past
Thinking “It is done” and as if in ceremony her lip trembles one last time
“The past will hurt me no more” she says walking away from its grave
And not looking back; she walks toward a future of her own devise

But;
She is still young
And cannot see that she will return
At first in anger for the innocence that was lost
And for loosing herself in its grasp
Then in bitterness and anguish for the hold it has
For it molds the shape of her heart to this day

But one day she will return here
And it will be for the last time
When age has given her the gift of perspective
And time has dulled the edge of fear and hatred
She will come
And with her; will come the peace of understanding
Wrapped in the heart of forgiveness
And on that day, the stone will be broken
And the shrine unmade
And she will fly free at last

[tailor STATELY]

Powerful.

Full of the impatience and impetuousness of youth; only, inevitably, to be refined through the maturity of years.

"She cannot see the thread that holds her" - Who can see the ties that bind: to our past, our family, our friends, our hurts, our fears, our wants, our tears when we are blinded by youth.

Thank you for sharing.

[Bar22do]

Life long flight to freedom.. perhaps, "the thread that holds her" is the one that promises that freedom, all the way long... thank you.

[Buh4Bee]

Very wise