This is how the story ends,

the silence at the back of the room,

the respectful pause,

the breath before the sudden freedom,

the pull before the last binding breaks,

the last look around at the

world you thought you couldn’t live without,

memories that dissolve like dust,

a happiness that fills you when

you realize this,

the dropping away,

the shedding of your fears,

the realization of how little you actually need,

the rise of your heart.

by Cher Bibler