I am changing. I know I am.
It’s a thrilling experience, like getting ready to jump. And it’s the feeling of knowing with no words to tell. Like a secret. Like nurturing something deep inside only you know about.
It’s a discovery, an insight, a revelation. It’s the start of a crusade, a war on what has been and a fight for what shall come. It’s a conquest of I and the drought I have forced myself to grow in.
It’s about standing in the rain and finally see the flood coming. Without guilt. Without conflict.
It’s not about ignoring you.
It’s about acknowledging me.