Ready To Live
Yesterday was supposed to be my last day.
I spent it covered in blankets, jumping at each sound, afraid to be myself,
Thinking if I was too much me, they would come and get me, and drag me off for my killing.
Afraid if I drew too much attention, they would end me in the most horrible-ness of ways.
Since I frankly had no idea who they was, it was even creepier than it should have been.
I was hiding, from whatever was supposed to get me, the product of a nightmare the night before.
Yesterday was to be my last day; I woke up with the knowledge yesterday.
I dreamed it, I felt it, I knew it, and I was frozen by it.
I was in a semi-catatonic state of pure misery all day, waiting.
Jumping at each car horn, or the creak of my house, watching for murderers.
When my eyes popped open this morning I leapt out of bed, thrilled, crazed with unbelievable happiness.
God had given me another day!
The first day of the rest of my life,
A day to do all the things I have never before done.
I could choreography a dance, design a palace, build a log cabin, learn the jitterbug.
My imagination is soaring now.
Today is the first day of the rest of my life.
And today I am ready to live.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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