Alone.
Alone..all alone.
That's what I am. . .
I may have a beautiful child and a family who loves me, but in reality, I'm all alone.
Thats how I ended up here..with the tips of my toes teetering on the edge of freedom.
It's so close I can almost touch it.
The whispering of the wind tells me how good it will be, to finally be free of this hell I call my life.
I know what I am doing is selfish.
But for once in my life, I'm in charge.
I want to fly. . .and no one can stop me.