first, i heard demons - not of my past, but of what i had become. clouds of shame and fear followed me everywhere. i couldn't escape, so i decided to fight. with all the love i ever knew i prayed for rain, and after a great storm i saw the sun break into the clouds... and i continued on the road.

once the present was at rest, my memories roared and in an ambush great winds smothered me with their pain and secrets. i focused on the truth until the winds became a gentle breeze and again, i continued on the road.

walking, i lifted my head high feeling courageous from my battles won. the sun shining, the air sweet, and in a sugar haze i saw the mountains of the future rising over the horizon. being in no hurry, i sat down in the middle of the road and watched... it was a beautiful - not treacherous view! people began travelling past and we talked about great things until night came and i gazed into an amazingly clear sky with more stars than i had ever seen. i began to appreciate the entire road and i gathered the memories, the demons and the mountains. i wrapped myself up in them and slept the sleep of serenity.

i awoke uneasy, uncomfortable and unaccustomed to how my body felt. upon standing i tumbled forward until a large hand grabbed my back, gave me balance and lifted me off of the ground. i was carried through the mountains overlooking beautiful coloured rocks and rivers, then was set down in front of a large pool being fed by a spring. the reflection revealed the most beautiful, vibrant colours... gazing, my focus changed and i realized:

the colors were not in the water, the rocks or the sky.
they were the image of great wings that had carried me there.
mine alone, and not the hand of another.

i lifted off, and flew into now.