The Jump

She had already survived
The toxic box
Surrender of control
Half alive and half dead from staying inside afraid to jump out for air
Alive but not living
She was always looking upwards
Watching the clouds move
Messages written in the sky
Shapes in the negative space
Deciding what to see
She stood alone
On her own
Choices she had
New ways to move
A body feeling divided
Each direction she turned
Her own decision
Not fully able to control
Requiring her to push harder
Find her own power
To let go of fear
No certainty of her left leg
Landing safely anywhere near
She was not stuck in the box
Each letter expanded
The sunset colors
A new cloud to see
And she could still jump
Out and forward
To be free.