I am not afraid to walk alone.

Although it has never been done,

Not by these feet.

I am breaking through my old skin.

I need out.

The feeling is so intense.

I cannot wait any longer.

I have one life.

And it is half over.

Life is too precious to be unhappy.

It is too short for a long list of regrets.

Resentments build.

Depression grows.

Maybe I’ll crash and burn.

Maybe I’ll soar.

I need to know.

My dreams are fading,

My hope is slipping away.

Fight or flight will kick in.

We’ll see where it takes me.

My ‘self’ is growing.

My voice is emerging.

I need a quiet space.

To find who I am.


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