Life is not all about where to go, it is about how to go.
How to be rather than the journey.
For me, I want to build with bricks and mortar
and ground that is solid and firm.
The restlessness of childhood comes back with a wave of memory
like a waft of tissue floating in the air.
A glimpse of ephemeral sorrow and lost aloneness,
what is real, what is true, what will save me?
Thankfully this girl no longer inhabits my identity
It is replaced by structures of meaning, purpose, certainty and knowing.
It is the only way to dispel the lies and deceit,
the false accusations and abuse.
What was wrong was wrong.
There is hope, love and salvation.
The lies can be dispensed with and the sure ground inhabited.
Here I stand, this is who I am,
I am not under your control but am held safe,
Held tenderly with clear sight and no deceit.
I stand here, on the Rock of my salvation.