I know without a shadow of a doubt. The certainty – an unassailable wall for my fifteen-year-old mind. The cold stone barring the warmth of — Belonging. Doubts swoop at my head, yellow talons extended, slash at my unprotected heels. Hope might be chink-hold for my tennis-shoed foot but even a crack would have shadows. I beat my fists against the wall with no toe holds.Lorraine Jeffery is a retired public library manager living in Utah while traveling and writing. (Photo by Giorgio Trovato on Unsplash)
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