I will be ready.

The sun 

is warming

my soul.

I am 

barefoot

walking though the 

woods.

Wearing 

a pink dress

that floats up

and around me

lightly

as the breeze 

blows 

around my ankles

and up 

under my dress. 

I no longer

have long 

hair for the wind 

to play with.

My stomach 

is no longer flat 

and exposed to 

the sun, for 

it to warm it.

But I do have

my strength

my soul.

Many have come 

down this path 

and felt the same 

way I have.

They might 

have even had

the fight I have.

As my feet

feel the earth 

below me and 

in my toes 

I understand we 

all walk this path. 

I hear the water

its getting close. 

Live Free

Die Free

is all I keep thinking. 

As I get to the water

I stand letting 

the mist hit my face

and my arms. 

I am not jumping 

just yet. 

I have more time.

Turning around 

I hear birds singing 

and the leaves

of the trees 

rustle with the wind. 

Not yet

not like this.

Mine will come 

in a violent thunderstorm

with winds so strong 

you will not be able to 

walk. 

With Rain so harsh it flips

the soil upside down.

With Thunder so loud

you can feel it in your

lungs. 

And when it 

does, 

I will be

ready.