Back to myself I have come.
Many demons to slay,
wispering at me from the shadow of my earlier existence.
Difficult to see through my illusions of fear.
How do you fight what is not really there?

Let it go.

A power, a mystical divine force awakening inside.
Beckoning for me to follow, to embrace.

All I see is me, not just the wish of whom I want to be.

Doubts, fears tug at my sleeve.
"Please don't leave we have protected you for so long."
But it was too long for me.

I am no longer a slave,
I no longer hide,
I am on this path and there is no going back.

Seeing through my illusions.
Seeing through my mirrors.

To feel pain and pleasure as equal,
good and bad are the same.
Accept that it all is how its supposed to be.

Express what you are compelled,
inspired to get out.
Don't label it.

Every expression unlocks doors.
Good or bad it may be the key to the door you've been baning on.

~Dra~
1/15/2008