Better

I no longer feel the pressure, the feeling that

two forces were pushing me from opposite directions,

a feeling that would ultimately end in me being

crushed, my insides spilling out of my mouth

and my blood seeping through my pores.

I feel better.

I can reach out my arms and let the air

fill the gap between my stretched-out fingers

and the wind blowing over my sprawled-out body.

I can be better now. Somebody has decided

that it's time for me to be better.

Not Him, not a doctor, not a friend.

But somebody.

Maybe it was me.

Maybe.