WritesofPassage

Note to Self

Why shackle yourself to your shame?
Who told you You were your past mistakes?

Jane Austen gave Anne Elliot the pen in ‘Persuasion’.

You may look different.

Fall into a cradled chasm of bliss.

Icarus burns and I watch you run.

We’ve tried to scale the heights – only to fall prey to little monsters.

I shall not be freed.

The fog did not frighten nor did the storm sweep all away. Almost not all.

Three minutes before this moment, I was strong. Now I was reduced to a shrunken mass of nerves.

The enormity of her circumstance settled around me as if her choice had been my own.