Through broken eyes I take in the world around me.
I block out the horrific scenes, so many haunted corridors existing in the spaces I had frequented a time before consciousness took hold.
Reeling in the pieces of myself lost to sea, a reintegrated structure of being, an acceptance of all rolls and stories.
Each day an opportunity to choose between heaven and hell, light and dark, right and wrong.
Every experience a teacher if I stay willing to learn; each moment a chance to stray off the beaten path.
The more I question the harder life becomes.
It is in the surrender where I can feel my purpose.
After I relinquish the illusion of control that is my subconscious trying to heal the wounds of the little girl within, I give her wings.
Knowing that I could be bitter, swishing the flavor around in my mouth, holding onto the sensation as long as I please.
Trusting that I will pass through the thick sheen of darkness, for there are constellations awaiting my discovery if I keep my heart open.