Homesick (ValerieRoney) Wk 1 (1)

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Picked up, displaced, dropped in a vast strange realm. 

Enclosed in the remnants of the familiar, I balance on the edge. 

If I shatter this transparent boundary will a sense of home flood over me? Freshly immersed, included. 

Or will it wash away the last of what I was. The flotsam of my identity disappearing in the swell. 

How do you choose when you don't know if the choice is freedom or loss? 

Perhaps it is both. 

Either way, how the fuck do I break the glass? 

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