I
pull the clip from my hair, slowly letting it’s claws slip through my brown
strands until they are free and clear from their entanglement and out in the
air. My hands smooth the hair on top of my hands and down my shoulders until
they find themselves hovering over the keyboard in just one moment of anticipation.
The words seep out of my heavy heart and bleed into my spine where they are
encrypted into neurological messages and sent out throughout my body. They
pulsate through my veins and blur my vision until they finally light on my
fingertips with a burst of overwhelming clarity.
Slowly, so slowly, I lower that
first finger, letting it land gently on a silver key. And then the next. And
then the next.
I watch as the words fill the page
on my computer screen, and I throw my head back to let the wind of the story
flush past me, relishing in the sound that my wings make when I am flying.