By: MEGAN TUCKER
Staff Writer
I had convinced myself
that it was just a few more steps.
A few more steps
until I was relieved of the weight.
So I held on.
My heart beat rapidly and my breath caught in my chest.
My insides twisted
until I was sure that they wouldn’t remember how to return.
I passed the conceptual threshold,
but my heart was still racing
and my chest was still hollow
and my stomach was still in knots.
I was told that I would feel different,
but no one told me what to do
if I was the same.