For so long I defined myself as many things. I was safe in my understanding of exactly who I was.
Moored. Anchored.
And then you untied me.
I asked you to.
I prayed to experience the sea, the wind, the excitement that I had heard the others speak of.
I knew not of the storm
Now, I sit in its eye
Calm
And I know it rages there.
I can choose to sail back into it.
Or
I could dive
I could go deeper still
I could abandon ship
I could
Because I have already known the storm
Now
I could know the deep water
I shiver at the edge of the railing
I can see the storm beyond the calm
I can choose
Hmmm….