I feel this small creature inside of me.
I vacillate between, thinking there is virtue in starving her to the bring of expiration and feeding and nurturing her.
She grows and begins to feel powerful.
I panic that someone might see her, grasp how strong she has become and feel the need to knock her down.
Putting her back in her place, where she belongs.
Subservient and pliant.
She bares her teeth, aggressive and growling, refusing to be restrained.
I see glimpses of her whole and gasp at the electric realization of her light.
Just as rapidly she is blocked from my view by darkness and fear.
Questioning the merit of kindness and unconditional love.
Inside the fight for her life begins again....
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