Walk away. 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.
By the light of the Moon, I rest and so let this illusion rest. For it is a mere illusion.
Knowing the Sun will rise and I with it!
Free to be the real me!
Sappho, September 2017