Butterfly Freedom

She couldn't wipe the smile that was beginning to spread across her face, like a sun swiftly fanning its rays across the desserts' sand.

Today would be different.

Today she would be She.

Nothing left of what was before, she stepped into the on coming light, and felt the evaporation of fear.

Nothing left of what she had forgotten.

Inside the distant memories, was an illusion no one would believe.

Freedom is attained when you stop fighting.