My knuckles white,
My hair frayed,
My teeth clenched,
I am afraid.
Wandering around streets of million dollar houses I spin in circles,
But I am ready.
Flicking the turn signal, I seem to fly home with my head spinning.
I am ready.
Walking through the door I catch my breathe.
I am ready I am ready I am ready I repeat over and over again as I walk to room to room.
Flexing my fingers,
Rolling my neck,
I sit and write.
A letter to all my friends and family.
I describe all the emotions and events,
Every inch of my mind expanded to experience more.
And when I'm finished I don't hesitate as my fingers punch the enter button.
I did it.
The subjected line, "I am happy, I am free, I am myself".