Starting to feel a page turn under my heel, it's light, lifting me as if I were weightless. It's a clean breeze, whisps of hair moved finely by the sea air. I am thankful. I feel less heavy, less dark, the brightness offers resuscitation.
I hope I deserve it. I tell you this, it will not be shun or taken for granted.
If I am offered this life again, truly, I will live out to my potential.