The Leaper

With each step she persisted, unwilling to give up what remains of impossible dreams. The weight of fraught hopes tugging at her ankles, she gathered her might and brushed them off. Collecting every broken fractures, one by one she pieced them back together until no parts were left abandoned. Those were never the same again but it didn’t matter, they belonged to her and that was enough. She closed the doors of illusions and left with everything that mattered. Weaving nets of truths, stitching each panels until it became her parachute and she leaped.