Weight

She shrugs off the

expectations of the world

living free, if only

for the moment.

A life lost on

longing

for acceptance

for approval

for arrival.

Daring to allow

an honest look

at how beautiful she

really is, how smart she

really is.

How significant she really is.

A moment free,

then gone.

The world waits impatiently

to saddle her with its baggage,

to confuse her into thinking it’s her own.