She sits, alone, marveling at the wondrousness of her life.
She’s known the violence of peace, the calm in brutality. She’s known the wealth of poverty and the destitution of riches. She’s known the love of strangers and the hatred of friends. She’s known the ravages of time, the beauty in war, the deceitfulness of promises. She’s known weakness of faith and strength of doubt. She’s known the fragility of family. She’s known the unbreakable bonds of descent.
She has cherished. She has despised. She has desired and she has required. She has explored her reflection and she has delved into lives. She has closed her mind and opened her heart. She has lusted. She has been discarded.
She has lived.
She sits, alone, contemplating the unknown, the future that may be.