purge

As I closed the front door of my empty home, a wave of relief washed over me, as if I had finally escaped the chains of the day’s oppressive demands. All the pent-up tears burst forth, tracing a path of liberation down my cheeks. Stepping over the threshold seemed to trigger a deluge of emotion, purging the burdens I had carried for hours. The hush of the empty house enveloped me like a comforting embrace, offering solace amidst the storm of my feelings. As the tears flowed freely, I discovered a cathartic release, allowing myself to embrace the vulnerability I had concealed beneath a façade of strength. In the solitude of that moment, I welcomed the rawness of my emotions, acknowledging them as an essential part of my human experience. With the last tear shed, I sensed a gentle renewal, as if the act of letting go had cleansed me of strain and fatigue, leaving behind a glimmer of peace and the promise of a brighter day ahead.

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fiction – 168 words – reading time: 1 minute