When the slave becomes the Master, the world rejoices, the people cry out in despair and my soul is quieted within me. It has never been bound, however it was tortured with bewilderment as my flesh was subjected to the authority of that which was not my owner. Overcoming pain, resentment, despair, rejection, deletion and incompletion. Lost in translation because the language was hidden and unknown to me, I was a stranger to my own mind. Inviting in other strangers disguised as friends to help me manage what I could not understand, I went under, only to emerge with the very understanding that was meant to destroy me, as it was distorted and appeared in it’s true form once I emerged. Unchained, Unhinged I am dangerous in my own right. A danger for all who wish to take me back into darkness, for that is no more.
