It’s been a long while since I wrote, and it has been quite a journey. Changing countries and going though hell and back and then going through it again. I realised a couple of days ago that I think I became numb just trying to make it through 2 and a half years of turmoil and uncertainty.
But this is shifting. Something has come alive in me and now I need to make decisions and chances and change that which had put my fire out.
It stirs within me, that which I thought I had lost.
It roars the smallest roar and yet the vibration shakes me to the core.
I am afraid of the feeling deep within me that is pushing to be set free, the trouble it will cause when I open my arms and fly into the unknown universe of me.
The change is inevitable I feel it rising and it shall leave wreckage and rebirth in it’s path. It cannot be restrained, it cannot be stopped. It pulses through my veins and it burns through my shackles.
I am torn in half by the need to keep the balance, the peace, the bland expectations of normality and the fearlessness of the wild fire that is me, shaking and trembling to be released. Life is shifting.