Observation
Born with just a name. I grasped for the vines to lift myself away, pull myself out. I held on tightly, determined not to slip. I knew I had to find a better path. I'm exposed now. I feel the weight of the past hanging from my shoulders, yet it's no longer a burden; it guides me forward. It pushes me—a constant reminder to stretch out my arm and reach for something more. But I'm still scared. Terrified. I hope it's within my grasp.