metawakening
Sharal the Hunter runs
from the Warrior of Destruction. She has lost all honor, all reason, all
possessions but the skins that cover her.
Her village burns, all
she has known forever ashes.
This ought to be a
nightmare.
Here, now, it is
horribly ... overwhelming.
Heart, blood, breath,
these are what matter understands.
Mind is elsewhere. It
has screamed into submission, reptilian --
Heart, blood,
breath.
Terror
reverberates
shakes tree limbs,
wavers
vision. Terror waits
ahead.
Grabbing strength enough to
veer,
steer clear,
running thoughtless through
loss,
unafraid of the unexpected,
uncharted,
new.
Unencumbered by old
terrors,
expectations.
Ready by necessity to make
do,
to start from simplest
principles.
Who am I, today?
Tomorrow will take
care
of itself.
April 24, 2012
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