The trees are bare and the wind whisks by me and starts dancing with my hair. Itís the only thing that moves as Iím paralyzed with fright. I canít move my legs or open my mouth, Iím frozen. The branches move, bend, and twist just like Iíve always dreamed I could, but I canít. My lips press tightly together in defiance, like theyíre disobeying my soul and deepest desires. As I stand there still, life races by me. It doesnít stop to say hello or see how Iím doing. It doesnít even stop to gently move me out of the way. It crashes over me, through me, and tramples me. As I feebly attempt to put one foot in front of the other my leg shakes uncontrollably. So I step back and pull my hair tightly away from my face. I canít stand it, its freedom is taunting me, laughing at me. As I compose myself with a tighter grip on my reality, I start again. Put one foot in front of the other. More rigid, more structured. Now nothingís moving freely. Movement comes only if I will it. I step out again with a stronger foothold then before. Nothing can deter me, misdirect or misguide my steps. I am in control, I will stay in control. I will let my dreams blow through the branches and off to their destiny where they belong. I have no right holding them hostage. I will walk this path alone. Fated to hold my head high without regrets, but I will always have them. Iíll never be able to forget what I left behind. Iím in the midst of life, the rush and storm surrounding me. I look up to see the bare branches of this season blow in the wind. If only I could let my hair down again to meet its soul mate and have one last dance.
Wow! This is so intense. Incredible writing skills.
You might want to break it up with white space to make it easier to read, although I do like it this way as it shows how your emotions just poured out of you.
This gave me chills and brought tears to my eyes. It really is a wow entry!