EGO & ME

This small entity, an energy weaving its way between the pathways of our mind, sifting through our memories, soaking up the space that leaves room for mishaps, and alas the chaotic catastrophe begins.

As my eye lids lay heavy upon one another the shape takes form. A dynamic creature rubbing against my visions until the friction is too much, and there I choose between the light and the dark. I dive into a pool which has a depth I cannot begin to fathom. Who do I become when I rid myself of the discord living inside of me?

Am I immune, privileged, free? Did I emancipate myself from the prison hell that drew me in like the arms of my mother? I drag it from my feet through my pelvis, heart, to my head as it escapes my crown it reaches for the place it called home. Alone? No. As I fight for my life it fights for its purpose. The drive of the animal who caused me to suffer is crippling, yet to defeat I must stand bare and tall; My guard surrendered. For to win in the face of darkness one must be unworldly. One must be vulnerable.

My tears wipe the dirt from my body as they drip from my cheeks to the soles of my feet. The most bruised, the most abraded, my pulse pushing my heart against my chest’s cavity, and my eyes more capable of seeing than ever. I rise. I rise knowing that soon I will walk.