They love me, so they want me back.
“She’s gone rogue,” they say.
“She’ll return,” they lie to themselves.
“She’s just lost right now,” they reason it.
One step at a time my path reveals itself. Instinct is my compass and passion my vehicle, I brave the path they know nothing about. Through the dark times I face myself, independence blooming. A mind expanded is a life judged, but my inner knowing assures me I’m doing what I incarnated to do.
I’m not lost
I’m exactly where I need to be.
written from perspective of Anya character of The Nepenthe