Abandonment
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Whirlwind
She does not turn around.
Before her, the forest breathes, dense, still yet alive.
The trees encircle her without touching her, like thoughts too heavy, too close.
Then the ground gives way silently.
A whirlwind calls to her, takes her, draws her in slowly.
It is not a fall, but an inner slipping;
That of days when the soul wavers,
Wounded by what shatters without warning: betrayal, injustice.
Everything is blue.
A deep blue, filled with silence, cold, solitude.
And yet…
At the heart of the movement, a clarity persists.
A discreet light, almost fragile, that refuses to fade.
The vortex does not engulf, it passes through. It opens.
Perhaps to lose oneself here,
Is already to begin to emerge.
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