The walls that scream opportunity
Now scream memories.
My footsteps once walked with life,
Now fade in the distance
Leaving a legacy and trail of unimportant steps;
Last steps of victory.
Each room looks different.
A cold goodbye that shakes a Senior's hand.
It clenches...
Squeezes the bones
As murmurs peep from the floor.
Voices of the past start to mumble....
Whisper...
Speak...
Shout...
Scream....
I turn black and white
With the rest of the pictures
Welcoming a sliver of my soul to join them.My school colors bleed behind me...
like a cape.
As I walk towards my Confirmation.
The golden paper blinds my eyes with its shiny, reflective ribbon.
These exit doors glow.
Fill my heart with anxiety.
Mesmerized by these
Sights...
Feelings...
I don't feel myself walking.
I have no choice.
I'm flying to freedom.
Sweet, sweet freedom.