Lost but Found

Below is a short story I wrote earlier this week for an English class. It was supposed to be about something we have lost and found. We weren't given any specification other than keep it short, so I made it into a creative third person story. I'm not exactly sure what I was doing I just went with my gut. I hope you enjoy.

Lost but Found

She was barefoot and beautiful. Wild hair flying behind her head while her sparkling blue eyes looked ever forward. She could feel the damp earth beneath her and the blurred images of green and brown kept flying by. Her heart was pounding and her feet were numb, but she didn’t care. With no sense of direction she kept running, further and further into the woods. She felt alive. For once she wasn’t lost. In fact she felt found.

She didn’t really know when she lost herself. In fact she never really knew herself, she was never given the chance. Her whole life consisted of people telling here how to dress, talk, act, and even feel. Countless nights she spent crying in her bed, her heart aching to feel anything but pain, loneliness, and sadness. She had a big heart but she wasn’t allowed to use it. No matter where she went she felt isolated from herself. She felt lost.

Everywhere except where the trees were free to grow in their leafy paradise. Where the scurrying squirrels searched for food under combs of feathery moss. Where the stars were like lucid snowflakes of silver as they sprinkled the night sky. Here she could be as tall and mighty as the trees around here. Her imagination could run as far as she could see. She made faces in the pond, and danced under the waterfall. She put flowers in her hair and sang with the birds. This is where she wasn’t lost. This is where she was found.