Eve’s Journey

May 22, 2013

She felt a pinprick of fear shot through with bittersweet

As she remembered where she’d been, where she was

Slowly

The pinprick became a wave

Rolling, rolling to her feet

The darkness fell, the doubts arose

Until the gods in blue and green came

Suddenly

The wave became a steamroller

Crushing, crushing, to her core

Calm

Slow scents of lavender

Gentle meadows of rose

Whirlpool swirling

She left this place for awhile

Ten little toes and fingers

A cry, a wiggle later

Personified as hope

She basks

In the nothing of now