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.