lotus, pt. iii

She cries as she tries to dodge the objects that draw near her, her vision still impaired with the blindness that keeps her from her growth, but pushes through with the hope of escape. She runs through vines as they brush her hair as her closest friends did so many years ago. She covers her face from the beams of the sun that bring her to a spotlight where her presence is welcomed. She whisks through the fireflies that hold lost memories of peace within their pulses. She hops over rocks as they skip over the current of her motions -- the clear river of tranquility washing her worries away as she moves further away from her nightmares.