The City of Spiritual Healing

I wonder what it'd be like to be accepted while growing up.

I was the son a dad wished they had.

I would play by myself and create stories were I controlled the structure of the narrative. In my stories, I was a main character.

My body aged. My imagination remained.

I see the world as a story. My life, a novel.

I told myself I was finally "safe."

Safety is an allusion.

Boundaries put in our mind.

To control the fear that controls you.

I do not fear suffering. I do not enjoy it.

I do it for the girl I use to be.

Until the next post

Cheri