I am a 15 year old girl, i have dreams, i have doubts, but i mostly
concentrate on the fears i hold deep down. Fear of of not being good
enough, fear of striking out, fear of never reaching my goals. All
these fears have held me back, kept me from breaking free of their
choke-hold. They’ve held me tight in a castle made from my own
nightmares and they’ve locked me in the tallest tower of doubt. My
fear of heights has kept me from jumping that ledge, from letting the
wind push my worries away and i let it… for a long time. But not
anymore. As i try to find my voice i break the chains that lock me in
here, i run my hands across the stone cold walls for the last time. In
the distance i see something, something i want to figure out, because
i have an unbelievably curious mind. I’m running to that ledge,
I’m jumping, the wind is caressing my body, my screams are never
ending, excitement is filling my core and I’m falling, falling,
falling… with my eyes OPEN. -Bella
