https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HFatODUR1CE&index=10&list=PLjXJ1UIH0RYfe4vLiUHFIc3mp_uTHXM_F
Be brave. Be brave I tell myself. I hear the pounding of my feet against the solid pavement--its color is not a fierce black, but rather a faded grey, cracked in more places than one could count. Though despite its worn out state, it goes on continually. Surviving the rough effects that people and cars and weather have had on it. The pavement: the path I travel, reminds me of myself. In a crazy situation, beaten down and underestimated, yet still standing. I am strong. I tell myself. I will not let their false depictions of me define who I truly am. Because the real Taylor is strong, and kind, and not useless. No matter how far I am pushed, no matter how far I have to go, I will make it. I will go far in life and be happy. I will be brave. My lungs gasp for air and my muscles burn from how far they've come. Keep going. Keep going and don't stop. Pound. Pound. My feet make a steady rhythm. I hear the sound of bravery. Of pushing forward even when your alone. My lungs filling and emptying, moving the air. Just as my body screams for me to give up, I run as far as my feet will push me. The air swerves around my slick body and I make my final push forward. And soon I see my destination in the far distance. I smile. Then, with a determined stare, I keep my gaze towards the sky just above my house. Just keep going. And I do. Soon 5 feet stand between me and the finish point. Then 3. Then 2. Then I make it. Step. Step. Deep breathes. I place my hands on my knees and lean over.
I look up triumphantly.
Here I am, here I stand at the curb of my house.
Another successful run. I feel much better already.
