THE FIGHTby 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. I’m afraid. 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. I’m afraid. 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.
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Lynette
2/2/2017 08:40:49 pm
This defines what I felt a year ago. Today I am better but thank you for sharing this ❤️ It took me back
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