I don’t like this whole gliding thing.
It makes me nauseous–
not that I can get sick, mind.
But that’s beside the point.
I have been at it for so many days–
I would rather put my foot down
once and for all–
not that I can do that too.
It is the cost of freedom I pay.
My eyes roam to the horizon,
dizzy already–not that I can fall.
I wonder if I can start wandering now.
No one told me the rules.
My feet itch to move…
well, not literally,
but you know what I mean.
No one told me no.
Used to being told what to do,
the freedom to decide scares me.
My heart soars and dips at the thought
of leaving it all behind.
I think I’ll take baby steps…
Ugh! Not literally, I mean.
I turn to look back at me one last time.
Chest heaving on the bed
with the effort of keeping it all together.
Yes, I think I’d rather leave.