Friday, 27 June 2014
A past of sorrow and pain, back to haunt my dreams and life. Was it a dream or did I actually face him down. None the less if it was real or imaginary I found the courage I needed to face my demon from the past. Yes I used that phrase because to me that is what he is and was. I stood before him demanding an answer and saying my piece. My hands balled into fists, my form stiff and rigid yet i screamed and yelled relented to the anger I felt for him. I stood my ground and made it known he no longer has a claim on me, nor a hold he could grasp onto. Finally I walked away. My life might now come to be my own undaunted by a tortured past.