My legs glided to a walk.
My smile fell.
The vast field suddenly stopped.
A wall protruded through the ground
Where I planned my next step.
I could no longer venture there.
One statement,
It would be better if you did it on your own,
Stole my freedom to continue.
Now I hesitate.
Feeling trapped.
Concerned. Frustrated. Deflated.
Why would that be better?
I thought we were better together.
Isn’t that where we’re headed?
