Step aside. Make way for me! Yes!
Alas, something keeps tugging at the hem of my dress, pulling me back and off the path of freedom.
Off the path, I struggle to set myself free. Sinking slowly into fear as pulled to the bottom of the deepest, darkest lake.
Not a flight or fight fear, but a deeper, heavier more burdensome fear that is consuming whose source is not clear.
By the light of the Moon, I rest and so let this illusion rest. For it is a mere illusion. Let the fear arise. Observe. Do not react.
Knowing the Sun will rise and I with it!
Freer now to be the real me!
Sappho, September 2017