


The Fantasy
The chase is over,
She has taken off her restrictive shoes and
tossed them aside.
She now walks barefoot, connecting with the
earth as its beacons her home
So friend, if you are waiting, she is not
coming.
She is out in the woods with the soft green
moss, finding faerie folk amongst the willow
trees.
She is swimming naked down pebble lined streams,
the cool water enveloping her entire being
She feels alive, she has let go, she has found
her peace.
She is crystal clear about what she wants in her
life moving forward.
She whispers it to the moon and the stars and
they respond with a gleam
So friend, you are welcome to join her on the
journey,
But she is not coming, she is not chasing.
She has let go of the fantasy because she is
it.
The chase is over,
She is home.
Medium | Watercolour on 300gsm cotton paper |
Height | 21 cm / 8.3 in |
Width | 29.7 cm / 11.7 in |