In, out.

In, out.

I calmed my breathing.

I righted my head.

I pieced together my thoughts and read.

But I couldn’t focus.

I had the urge to write. 

About what?

I had no idea.

I have the night to myself.

So I thought about my worst-case scenarios.

And the events that had happened in the past few days.

Discrimination.

Racism. 

Sexism.

ARGH!!

I wanted to say something, to be like her

but I couldn’t.

except for through writing.

I put my head in my hands, 

deciding to face this challenge head-on. 

What would she do?

Solve it and find a way to make it a creative job.

Huh. Maybe if I started to think more like her.

Nah. I just need to be me. 

So I went back to my screen. 

I heard it in my head.

The voices.

you can do this, one said.

you are a complete idiot and need therapy, the other said. 

I laughed at it. I wasn’t going to listen to either.

I’m going to make my own path.

Yes. That’s what I shall do.

and I won’t look back. 

Well, maybe I will.

Because you made me believe that I could.

I can face any challenge and make it cower on its knees.

I went back to the screen yet again, this time with a purpose. 

What purpose, I don’t know. 

But I’m going to do something. 

I can feel it in my bones. 

And I’m being positive for once. 

Maybe it’s that. 

*shrugs*