A New Beginning-Exam
A New Beginning
Hunched over in profound contemplation, my muscles were like a stretched rubber band about to break. My mind was that of a mother’s with seven children who torture each other. Tears streamed down my face as if they were shards of glass cutting into my soul. All I could see were my dreams and goals plunging to the sinister abyss of nonexistence. I realized that my life was not going how I imagined; I felt like a fruitless tree, a good-for-nothing waste of space. Everything seemed to be going back in time to when each day seemed to last a lifetime, when my confidence was like a broken wing, when it took all the vigor I had to secure my awakening each morning. At this moment I felt like I had nothing to lose, but more importantly, nothing to gain. That’s when the heavy sorrowful lids of my disconsolate eyes slowly allowed sunlight to protrude.
The sight allowed my mind to draw a blank. Such a feeling of nirvana was new and invigorating. My motionless body sat behind the bleachers taking in everything that one might take for granted. The smell of sunlight and happiness inspired me. Rustling the needles of pine and oak, as if they were unorganized papers on a desk, the wind blew slightly across my face. The frosty stress along my brow slowly started to dry. Dancing at the tips of my unkempt toes, quiet blades of grass tenderly melted the tautness out of my body. Like a cardigan on a chilly November night, the smell of fresh cut grass cozied my soul. As each second passed, the serenity of these moments rejuvenated my once-lost view of a future so bright. In that final moment of serenity, a lady bug softly landed on my knee.
Even with a damaged wing, the vibrant ladybug managed to settle on my knee. With three iridescent onyx black dots on her back, the ruby red sang vibrantly into my eyes. She danced around on my knee angelically. It would seem so obvious to any outsider that she was a jovial being, but I knew her. Her broken wing constructed a weighty toll on her life. To everyone she appeared blissful and content, but deep inside she thirsted for much more. Her conscious told her, as Lucifer would have told Eve, to terminate her verve. Gazing down at her, I saw myself fly away.
She seemed to be aimlessly flying into the azure open sky that smelled of orange, pine and happiness. Not knowing where she was going, I rested there, glancing into the vast heavens; the sapphire reached out and embraced the surface of my skin, as the wind picked up and blew the coffee strands of my hair back. One could only imagine whether or not she would reach her destination. Only if she was strong and piquant could she endure the winds life would bring her. Only if she could keep that broken wing out of her way would she ever accomplish her dreams. Only if I strived to be the best would I succeed.
I positioned myself to my feet, with my head as clear as the Caribbean Sea. Slowly, I took each step knowing my life had changed. As I leisurely walked forward, never turning back, I felt the bumpy gravel through my jazz shoes. A new beginning had just begun.
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