"Special" from The Specials Collection

She takes a breath
slow, deep,
savoring every moment.
Her eyes open with a flash of green.
Standing in the calm,
it almost seems like everything is okay.
It seems perfect.
The light breeze cools her face,
calms her after the run.
Everything seems perfect,
but the green eyes flash again,
back to reality.
Back to the fight.
Her heightened hearing tells of a danger,
fast approaching.
She cannot be found.
Must run again.
But where?
The danger is closing in.
All around her people scream.
Her eyes close once more
and she braces for impact.
But it never comes.
Another staggered breath.
The screams have stopped.
Her eyes open, a flash of -
blue.
Time has stopped.
She steps out of the ruckus
and leaves for her new life.

With the Gods on her side?

**

The first I've written for this collection. I had no idea it would take the turn it did as I was writing. It was as if the poem took on a life of its own and I was just the messenger. I was just the person chosen to bring it to life. When a writer feels something like that, it is a huge moment, a huge bound in their writing career. And I'm so grateful (and surprised) that I was lucky enough to be one of those lucky few writers. And you are all now a part of that moment and that realization. :)