Letting Go

Standing on the edge of the earth -
holding onto the threads of her sanity
high above her head like a child
about to let go of its first kite
she waited...

The wind had stopped and the sky looked deathly pale
and she was afraid to loosen her grip,
What did she really have to lose?
It felt like soft satin in her hand
slowly slipping out of her grasp...

So she drew in a long breath and blew gently on her unfurling fingers,
and watched it dart about a bit unsteadily at first and
then take flight towards the roof of the sky
soaring high and beyond her reach
free at last...