Freedom by Jack

Those days when we are feeling down? Those days when we are feeling like nothing is worth it? Those days when we look up for hope, and find nothing? Those days... Walking along a long, narrow bike path is where I go. With each step, I remember the parts of my life that I wish were gone. I pretend to crush those days away, stepping on them with the soul of my foot. I take a deep breath. That stop sign that used to tell me to stop, to not go any further, to wait until everything is clear, means nothing to me now. I am the boss of me now, I call the shots. I walk through it, making the cars stop for me. Just for me. I cross the street, to the other side. Those days when the thunder clouds were over my head. Gone. It's a new me. New. With the sun shining on my face, I feel relieved. The weight has been lifted off of me. I look back across the sidewalk. Those days? No. These days.