F rarely feels sad anymore, and rage seems to have disappeared completely.
The dumpster cleanings continue at a much calmer pace, but without rest.
There is no rush anymore,
no guilt,
no desperation,
no blame.
Taking responsibility for the mistakes that her lack of consciousness made
is now an opportunity that F is thankful for.
Whoever F is,
she now walks the way with firm and steady steps,
without the fear of falling again,
even if she would,
no matter if she will.
Let’s say that F is I,
for simplicity’s sake.
