She stands on the edge of life,

the brink of something new.

And yet, with all this green before her,

she looks back,

back upon the times she has past

and the memories she had.

The sea of things she did

the wrongs

and the rights.

She smiles

remember the night

the days

the hours

the time.

Fun and bad.

After looking back,

she looks forward.

And never turns her gaze away from the path

the winding path before her travel worn toes.

She takes a step,

finally, in the right direction.