I have this heaviness, deep in the center of my chest. It sits just behind my sternum, taking up space next to my heart. The two converse regularly, this emotion and my wild heart; hopes and dreams, regrets and wrong turns. They've devised a plan, the two mumbling well into the night, knowing their obsidian friend will keep their secrets until they're ready to share.
Each day I'm filled with new thoughts and desires. Pack a bag: clothes, chap stick, paper and pen, extra books. Consult a map. Step bravely. New place, where no one knows my name. People will come to know me as the woman who smiles easily, has eyes the color of a spring meadow, scribbles on napkins and across her palms, always has a book in her bag...is filled with hope.
This desire has come to fill me so completely, it's all I think about. A second chance. Shed the skins of the woman the world has made, trust in myself, and start over.
















