Middle of Things

        It’s safest for me to walk in the center of the road, far from either side as I can be. Keeping from what’s real.

And imagined.

Looming in, creating shadows.

Silence, all at once golden and terrifying, grates at my ears.
Its full weight pressing me to that white dashed line. Unbearable, like the heavy hands of god showing me how I’ve failed. Then the gift of lifting off, releasing. Allowing me to rise, my back to straighten, my head to turn, and my heart to beat.

I need to leave this line. Pick a side.

And go.

Thoughts?

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