reflections of the past.

when she looks in the mirror she sees the thousands of lives she lived reflected back at her, each one of them recognizable in their own way. each of them serving their own purpose to help her become who she has blossomed into today.

as she raises her hand to touch her reflection, a different hand grasps hers each time telling her its okay to let go of them, that they loved their time with her but that it's now time to move on.

'you're destined for greater things' they whisper in her ear. 'let go and it will all unfold.'

so she lets go, falling backwards into a version of herself she hasn't yet met. a scary trust in the unknown that she has come to accept as the only constant in her life.

/enna.paz