She’s waited long enough.
Patiently… for me to develop.
In the shadows, so she’ll be out of my way.
She waited for me to go where I felt I needed to go, to get what I felt I needed to get, do what I felt I needed to do.
She’s no longer content to remain in the background or shadows.
“It’s time”, she whispers gently in my ear.
Her whisper is an earthquake; it has moved the ground beneath my feet.
Nothing is the same, nothing can be the same.