I find echoes, memories of reminders as my thoughts bounce and reverberate down the hallways of my mind and I find hidden memories of what was, in shadowy crevices of constrained and compressed thoughts. These hallways seem to be cavernous spaces while I am one person trying to search and explore something that is far greater than me, but I can’t seem to remember that this is me. It all belongs to me, I created it all and I own it. It is me. Maybe when I accept that I will become more and become whole.
My so called pain is only one part of me, it’s a piece of me and I must embrace It and not be afraid. There is strength in that, accepting it, there is also sacrifice and determination. This pain doesn’t define me, but it is part of me, it does steer me in certain directions. I must become the master of it, to steer my ship in the direction I choose and not the direction I let it, which is the ultimate darkness, the abyss of my soul, the place where nothing dares to tread.