Loss opened within me a black hole the gravity of which I continually struggled against. Living at the event horizon, barely here at all, I walked and slept at the edge of an abyss, sustained only by the distant golden glow of hope and a will to survive for an unknown future.
The loss of myself, of innocence. The loss of the magical boy, the boy who loved, the boy who played, the boy who feared.
The bright spark of awe and wonder, replaced with a question, an eternal, pleading, unanswered question. Do you see me ?
If you see me, I must be here.
Loss no more, I have found a place of belonging, of crystal clear clarity, immediate and vital. My thoughts are deliberate, certain. My body, with grace, responds. I am found. I am here, gently unfolding into that once unknown future becoming.