The wind is cold as it wraps about my shoulders. I kid myself in thinking it is refreshing, a new start toward an exciting journey I have never been on before. Yeah. Refreshing. But why am I shivering? A person only does this when they are wishing for the warmth of a thick coat or the comforting arms of someone beside them.
I feel cold. I shiver. No coat holds in the heat dissipating from my body. No arms are there to tell me everything will be all right. I take a step and then another. It seems easy to go forward and forget the past. To leave behind those who hold me back and have no faith in me. The lies. The pain. Distant memories better left unremembered. Let it go. Just let it go.
Keep going. Keep writing. Let nothing stand in my way. And this goes out to all of you. Keep striving for what you believe in, even if you are the only person who has faith in yourself.