Despair, Fear, Hope......day one.

I am ready to drop the baggage that weighs heavily on the cortex of my spine and imprints the bruised ridges into my shoulders,
Unclasp the cuffs that bind around my wrists like piano strings; small but deadly,
Unlink the chain that rests heavily on my side, barring me to the ground,
My darkened scarred feet yearn to move more rapidly than the dragging baby steps they're forced to make; as the pain is too much to bare.
In the distance I see the sun, its radiance far brighter than my heart has been in the many months I've found myself here.
The desert sand swirls playfully around me forming pinwheels of air and dust.
My lips part slowly and a small, harsh voice cracks the silent surface of the desert dawn.
A whisper of a voice murmurs: "Day One."