I have seen a life laid to waste, in the name of pure stubbornness, in the absolute definition of denial. I see my own life. Caught up on the same rails, charging full steam ahead, to a tunnel where no light shines. The gates of experience fly by. Still frames of adventures I have excused myself from for reasons, for selfishness. Vanity . . . shame. The double yellow line, solid and illuminated, laughs as I attempt to find the nerve. To dare cross. Throwing up walls of resistance as the hourglass bleeds grains of sand I can't afford. I have seen a lifetime laid to waste, and in its shadow, I have seen my own.
From Nothing Left to Lose by Natasha Head. Copyright © 2012 by Natasha Head. Reprinted with permission of Winter Goose Press. All rights reserved.