Butterflies in my stomach,

hands shaking like my phone when it vibrates,

my head is swirling with thoughts that consume my mind:

Did they do him justice?

Is this going to make me think of him?

Is this what he would’ve wanted?

Saltwater clouds my senses as I walk in.

The wind kisses me,

leaving little droplets of water on my cheeks.

Around I see words on the walls,

quotes.

“Darkness cannot drive out darkness only light can do that.

Hate cannot drive out hate only love can do that.”

The blinding sun shoots through my glasses,

as I roam towards King’s words.

“Out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope.”

I come to a stop when I see him.

He stands 30 feet above me.

The rough granite statue

sets me free of my worries.

Goosebumps make their way down my arms

as my breath slows down.

The shadow of the surrounding trees swallows me up,

feeling amazement,

gratitude,

relief.

Determination radiates off of him.

His eyebrows furrow as he concentrates across the way,

and his tangled arms broadcast to the world

his strength.