Calosha Gomes

The scene where I saw beauty in the strongest wind that stopped me from walking towards my worst fears. I never just faced my fears; I looked into the eyes of the ones who caused the trauma and saw how disturbed they were. I walked towards my fears even when every thought told me to turn around.

I walked so close to fear and asked, with my calmest voice and the most steady breath, “Do you seriously think I am scared to face you?”

The ounce of warmth that multiplied when I kept facing each bully and each insecure human, with every bead of rosary—they didn’t just fall; they were too scared to ask, “How are you still standing? I thought I broke you?”

I took responsibility for a lot, and where my mistakes happened, I’ll always take responsibility. I never ran from mistakes. Where I had no fault of my own, I have rightfully spoken up, and to still see how people are petty.

Funny to see people be their worst when I am cutting the last cord. I am disposable. I can be replaced. I’ll not get to see you try it, but I am already getting a few shots of seeing you try it.