Wind Breaker

I take a deep breath as if it will be my last.
I tell myself this can not be happening.
And still it’s happening so fast.
Here it comes.. everything I feared.. everything I tried so hard to avoid.
I take my stance in fetal position,
Trying to protect my insides from getting hurt.
I’m waiting for it to hit me hard.
Here it comes. I close my eyes. I clench my fists. I flex my insides.
The ultimate let down. Fiery red from embarrassment.
Everything unfair, unjust, the feeling of just never quite being good enough.
Here it comes. It’s gaining speed.
I’m getting nauseous from the pressure.
It’s getting closer.. closer.. wait. It should be here by now.
Why am I not being blown away by my own natural disaster?
I cautiously pry open my eyes. Sunlight.
There you are. My friend. My best friend. My wind breaker.
You tell me it’s okay to breathe.
It’s okay to cry. It’s okay.
I see it in the distance. Here it comes again.
But this time I stand and you take my hand.
No need to check the weather.
I’m not going anywhere without my wind breaker.

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