When the call comes for more For change For freedom For awakening For stepping into who you were always meant to be It doesn’t usually arrive as a sparkly party invitation Often the call for liberation is more like a silent stalker A sense of being followed by something dark and disquieting that simply won’t go away A low level feeling of dread that crawls into bed with you at 3 AM That sends your nervous system into spasm And your mind into narrow spirals of incoherent panic Its the visit from the unknown That leaves you in a fog of confusion Teetering off balance And wandering aimlessly through seemingly outwardly purposeful days A part of you knows that something has ended That you’re going through the motions of a life that is no longer yours That dread is really grief A keening cry for the old days and the old you The one that you know so well The one whose scent and shape has housed all you have ever recognized as home You love this one You don’t want her to go To die To be no more You cry out “Not now! “Can’t we put this off […]