Another Two Years Past-

And I have returned, yet again. I look at my past work and smile

for what little I knew, I knew well

and what I did not know... does not matter for I have come to reconcile

with myself.

I live by the rythm of the backbeat

by the flow of the word and the mercy of hell.

This is no minor feat and for a sorrowful year, I lived in full defeat...

unaware, uncaring, of my heart's wealth.

...

I longed for the return of my dragon- dark and fierce

I felt a desperate need for power in a form that I deemed powerless

During this time, my gentle unicorn held me close-

My pain was his and he carried it well.

He found me when I was hidden, allowed tears to flow.

He fed me when I was weak and lame, nuturing my soul.

He ran his fingers through my freshly cut hair- short and easier to manage-

and asked if there was any way for him to repair my damage.

When the hair grew, he took his gentle hands and a bristly brush

and slowly eased the knots away.

When my body died, he took me and bathed me, clothed me, loved me back to life.

When I cried, he cried. When I hurt, he hurt. When I fell...

He kneeled by me, waiting to lift me up when I was ready.

...

Slowly, I returned to rest, releasing the need for

control

power

a fierce protector that would bar me from my emotions and the world

Instead, I gained so much more.

From the fear of never being able to write again to the constant pain of trying

from the sensitivity to the wounds to the ever present ache of healing

I gained a newfound respect and confidence, and insight to self-love

...

And I have returned- with a wider smile

for what I thought I knew, I knew naught

and the life I now know... I would be grateful for it to last more of a while

regardless of my pain.

I no longer live on the edge of my seat (expecting a calamity)

nor with my happiness as a simple afterthought.

This is no minor feat and for a sorrowful year, I lived in full defeat...

and I was taught the truth of my heart's wealth.

So, thank you.