I understand the person I’m supposed to be. I don’t want to live for dead memories, past transgressions, and old paramours. I want to live for today, tomorrow, and all that is waiting to be explored.

I cover my ears so your words won’t influence me. With eyes open wider than ever I can see all of life’s possibilities racing towards me. I extend my arms laterally and plant my feet deep within the soil beneath me.

I know now you don’t see a person standing here, only a form that you believed is meant to only satisfied your needs. However, I can feel the wake of what’s approaching, so I attempt to steady my breathing but the beating of my heart forces me to breathe heavily.

Despite the tremors you see at my finger tips and although my bottom lip is quivering. I’m not afraid. The adrenaline flowing through me alerts me that it’s near. I’m no longer worried I have found seeds of my own and have acres of trees now belonging to me, I am free.

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