I'm taking life minutes by minutes carefully and slowly.
I won't go to fast because I'm afraid I'll trip and make a mistake and misjudge the distance to my destination.
My goal…
Minute's passing still going slow,
Step by step
Left right, left right
Moving one foot over the other.
Anxiety driving; getting nervous
Where am I going again?
Anxiety now turns to depression.
Starting to run aimlessly
Where's my destination?
Oh know I'm falling, I tripped
What I was afraid of is now happening.
Falling….
Minutes now into a minute.
One minute, sixty seconds.
Anxiety rising to its highest.
I hear voices
Who are they?
What do they want?
*voices*
“you are finally here, we've been waiting patiently for you to arrive to here.”
My minutes to minute to sixty seconds.
I finally know where my destination is and my journey ends.
Step by step
Left right, left right
My feet have now stopped walking at a slow pace and now runs in my long awaited life to start once again.
BY: Marisa Chau
Inspired by my best friend Ashley's text.