Anya’s Journey

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.

 

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written from perspective of Anya character of The Nepenthe

Entry for Masters of Writing Flash Fiction Challenge