There is a week left, seven days of anticipation, the twisting in my stomach as I struggle for the air to soothe my aching lungs. There is only a week before I dive headfirst into something new, something that is not streaked with the stains of my past. I have lost my empire, I have lost my throne. I have lost the threads wrapped tightly around my fingers that left me in control.
But I have not fallen.
I have lost the traitors. The dark clouds that hung over my castle's turrets. I have been ridden of the ones that look down on me, the memories that haunt my 2am nightmares. I have freed myself of the handcuffs anchoring me to my power, the ice that stabs through my bones. I have been released from the holds of darkened lies and haloed hopes.
I am spiraling into the new at the speed that frightened me mere months ago. I am falling through the cold, thin air and barreling toward a ground I cannot see.
But I have let go. I am no longer tethered to the dejected girl that scribbled pained words in faux leather-bound notebooks merely a year ago. I have been freed.
And I am happy.
August 29, 2013 2:14am
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