Stream of Thought

Remembering Me

Watching the Destan series, it has finally jogged my memory that as a child I had to act ignorant to no longer be an obvious target to abuse’s hostilities.

As I grew, I kept my awareness hidden even from me so that I could not accidentally give myself away – yet, the growing healer in me would emerge suddenly and temporarily to help someone if I found them in need.

No wonder I shake and quiver at the primal, subconscious level as I continue to reveal me.

To do so was never safe on the paths I had to travel to flee captivity.

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