Safety sought,

but for not.

Raptors swarm around me,

snakes at my feet.

They bite, I resist.

They bite, I resist.

They bite harder, and harder, and harder.

I give in. There is nothing else to do.

Then, someone nearby one day and stops to help. Then others join in.

Somehow, the torment lessens.

I now realize that I have been so unable to comprehend how to properly conduct myself that I have been able molded into the very thing someone else wanted my to be – that is – tormented, even haunted, by fleeting memories and feelings of past occurances.

I realize that I have been fighting with my misunderstanding of my own culture, my own ethics, my own moral responsibilities that should have been address throughout my childhood.

Today I work toward a better me by letting go of who I was because I was who others wanted me to be therefore I was not truly me. I am discovering more about myself each day.

I hope to encourage you to do the same because in the end we are all Human beings with a purpose, with a connection, with meaning. What does being Human mean to you?