“A Ghost In The Machine”

At first, the ache hits me: jarred from any reality I had ever invested in, I walk as a hollowed remnant, reminded of who I was and could have been.

The spandex and styled hair, makeup, diamond rings – these just symbolize idealized stability, which is capable of dissolving in a heart’s beat.

But, I was there and would be there again. Not where they are, but in my own solid state of being.

Healing fills insides as a nourishing balm creating new matrix from speaking with the trainers, managers, desk clerks, and other therapists – inquiring if there is need for and a place for me to contribute.

I want to be “Real,” again – and with every step forward, I strengthen my intention.