I can feel them whisper, and I want to change the song. Why?
Flashback to the boy so wanting the acceptance and respect of others. Stop the torment, stop the pain. I give you authority over me, and with it my own sense of responsibility. I allow you to own me, and I become your lap dog.
“How can I serve you Master,” I hear myself asking them. And they answer.
Back to reality. I am here, now, not there, then. I close my eyes and breathe. I am a tree, and I feel my roots heading down into the Earth. I feel Her embrace me, and I feel renewed strength in my limbs, in my core. The fog lifts and I see my Self, again, and I smile.
The green-hued light that surrounds me allows the world to come alive within me. I am reminded of my power, my strength, and I see my path illuminated anew. I feel love surround me, gripping me like it was my own skin, my own flesh, and I know I have returned.
“I love you all.”
Love was always there, allowing me to see what I needed to see. I am the masterpiece I have always wanted to be.
Realize. It. Now.