A loud ring from my pocket cut through the silent battle I was having in my head. I smiled when I saw the caller ID and my heart ached in sadness, it was Mama. Even when we were miles apart, she knew when I was not okay.
I ended the call and kept the phone again. I would face this challenge alone- face the man I loved once upon a time, alone.
What I was about to do scared me like there was a katana threatening to slice through the hollow of my neck. I was about to sever a connection- to cut a string of power that someone held over my entire being. I didn't know what I was going to do next, but I knew I had to take this leap.
And like a middle finger raised to the face of the fear and hesitation that crawled through my veins, I spoke.
"You're free"
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"It's not a cut connection, that's just where their chapter ends..."
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The Writer and Her Daydreams
PoetryA prose and poetry collection where dreams transform into something real.
