Six.

She wakes with a pounding in her skull.
Six hours over the course of three days is all it took.
Her jaw still tight, from subconsciously locking it in her sleep.
The sunlight peers through her window and she decides to cancel the first half of her day.
Typical some might say.
Words clutter her mind, she hears colors and feels time.

Time.

Six hours become a lifetime,
Six years become a moment, a blink of an eye.

She was told of the future,
Slightly altered by particular scenarios,
But a future at that.

Words were explored in depth,
Meanings came to light,
Reality began to set in.

This blonde haired girl, with emerald green eyes needed to Live.
She needed to live for the moment, the day, the week, the year.
All of this time she had just been going through the motions,
While she was stuck "living" in a dream of "what could have been"

She arches her neck and back in a deep stretch,
Feeling every inch of her naked body.
She holds her breath and counts to Six.
A new number,
She exhales.

Today she will walk.
Walk in the sunshine,
Walk with a purpose,
Walk while searching for a meaning!

She will find it in Herself,
She was her own worst enemy,
But eager to become her new best friend.
She must love herself in order to love others.
Her love for others has been a facade in the night,
For she never truly loved herself.

She will start with Six steps,
Six breaths,
Six positive thoughts a day.

Today she lets her life begin.
She begins to live for herself,
No one else.