I WAKE TO A DARKNESS THAT ENVELOPS me in comfortable oblivion. The Guild may lie in wait for me, but I am ready for them. I say goodbye to them and with each release of the past I float higher and higher, unburdened by the debts and stories that brought me to this point, because I am free. To rise above, I strip off the weight that pushes against me and drags me down. I must shed the past and emerge in a thick, new skin. I can change everything if I let go first. Fragile reminders of gambles I have lost and games I am still playing hold my arms so I cannot swim. In others, those I love reenact mistakes I cannot escape. Inside some, my friends are trapped, crying out for help. A dozen glass boxes dangle from my arms, binding me to my past. There is no surface near enough to break through, so I have to learn to breathe underwater. But as I stop fighting, the water grows heavy on my chest, pushing me down, paralyzing my arms. THE SEA IS DARK AND LOVELY AND it calls me to its arms.
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