As you approach the threshold
of letting go,
you hear the faintest of whispers
from somewhere in the back row
of your minds little theater
while the projection room above
reels out another cold memory
through the flickering dusty light
onto the screen.
It’s a scene you’ve forced yourself
to sit through countless times before.
And like many old films,
there is a moral to this story.
You know it all too well and yet
this time when you hear that whisper
you choose to defy the safe logic
that has kept you planted here all your life.
You open your eyes, rise from your chair,
and step out of the dark
into the sharp white light of day.
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