by Jessica Gonzalez Ferrer
I walk out the door. I don't even look back. Not sure I can. Not sure I want to.
I walk. I walk.
I look up at the half moon. Cloudy skies, but still I can see it. I see a star. Just one.
I lean against a pole that holds both a stop sign and the street name. One I cannot remember. I just know that I breathe. I can breath the fresh breeze. Not too cold. Not hot at all. Just right.
Cars drive by.
A plane flies through the clouds. Still close enough. Right above me.
Slowly. I walk.
Faster. I walk faster to the beat of the music playing at the beat of my hearts emotions.
I got this. I am strong.
I walk back.
I walk back in the direction I walked away from.
Here I go.
It’s so free out here.
The breeze in my face… my hair blows back, away from my face.
It feels so good. So free.
If I go back in, when will I come back out?
I walk. I keep walking toward that door.
I look down. Slow down.
But then I keep walking.
I see light ahead, and the door I’m walking past on my right, the light is off.
I walk toward the light.
I stop one foot in front and the other heading back.
I look left and look right.
I turn my foot looking ahead around, to match the other.
One foot behind the other I walk… and turn.
I look at the door. Here I come.
It’s warm inside.
Female Culture Storytelling