The Last Flight

by Julie Clark

Identity is a strange thing. Are we who we say we are, or do we become the person others see? Do they define us by what we choose to show them, or what they see despite our best attempts to conceal it?

The only way out is through,

hope I’ve become someone who doesn’t

get angry when others are just trying to get by. I hope I can be the kind of person who looks toward forgiveness first.”

in order for true forgiveness to occur, something has to die first. Your expectations, or your circumstances. Maybe your heart. And that can be painful. But it’s also incredibly liberating.”

“I thought that by keeping you on task, on schedule, I could protect you. If I worked hard enough, maybe he wouldn’t have a reason to be angry.”