She has been staring out her foggy window for months on end. She doesn't quite know what she is looking for, but she has come to realize that what she needs isn't coming.
Slowly but surely she is beginning to feel like she doesn't belong. She feels as though every word from her mouth is rejected or ignored. "Four more years, four more years." those three words flash like a lighthouse beacon in her head every night before bed. That is her light at the end of the tunnel, at least so she thinks. She has changed so much over the past few years she worries if the same will happen again but for the worse. She never wants to lose her passion, her drive. One her many conclusions she has come to over the past year is that she will never let anyone take those two things from her.
She isn't unhappy that's for sure. Her hope for the future makes her smile, makes her laugh and most importantly, lets her dream. She knows now just how blessed she really is. Even though some things she doesn't like very much, she has learned to appreciate them. People would kill for what she has, and that more than anything makes her thankful.
Dreaming up adventures is what a day at work gets her. Imagining the beauty and wonder of unseen countries and cities. Basking in the sunshine a world away always eases her racing mind. She sees pictures of people living her dream lifestyle. Freedom, best friends, and the whole world beneath their feet. That's all she wants. Hell, that's all she needs.
She knows what she needs. A push. A push out of her cage and onto the stage set before her. She can do it. She knows it. She is done staring out her window. It's time for her to be on the other side.
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