It came to me like snails come to the gardens;

Ready to consume

A thought I’d been afraid of for so long

Threatening to burst out from within

Tempting me to take what I thought was my life

And flip it upside down

Inside out

Start it again

Consumed by the daydream

Of freedom from it all

From the expectations drawn up for me

Since I was a little girl

From the picture I had in my head for so long

And mostly, freedom from myself

Consumed by the tantalizing thought

Of freedom

Am I brave enough to step off the ledge

Not to fall but to fly

Not to fly but to soar