In the end, it was the secrets that held me hostage and fuelled my depression, but, once released, emancipation – from fear, shame, guilt and judgement – was finally possible.
I was lost in a void of perpetual darkness. Disconnected from myself. Turned inside out. No sign of life. Eventually, the darkness was my light and the void a haven – a quiet place where I could nurse my secret and lick my wounds.
Those who nurse secrets, nurse a chaotic world of amplified silence.
Sometimes you have to cross the boundaries of Death in order to discover the meaning of Life.
My hand-stitched wings itchto take flightto test the winds of changethat inevitably blow at the end of a cycle.
I have forsaken her for a place I will never belong, but will always remain under her spell, forever to be, a child of my motherland.
Survival depends on denial, and death comes swiftly to those who forsake it.
Death descended like a theatrical storm over the Drakensberg Mountains, stranding me while it ran its course.
Death is the great disruptor; it thrusts us opposite life’s mirror, invites our truthful exploration, and reveals the naked truth; from which rebirth is possible and we are free to reinvent ourselves anew.
There are those whose love awakens our own and those whose love undermines. As long as we are blind to this fact, true love will elude us.