writing

Reflection

She stared at her phone. Not the display, but the reflection in the screen.

She didn’t like what she saw. Sad eyes looked back at her, knowing her pain.

This was not the life she wanted. This was not the life she planned.

Tired, heavy with weight and thoughts, her mind struggled to pull her out of the tar which pulled her under.

Just one small step, just take it. She set down the phone, laced up her shoes, and walked out the door.

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