When the Silence Becomes Your Stage

Something changed.

Something snapped.

Something died deep within.

And something else was born.

No one knew who I was anymore.

And worst of all, I didn’t either.

When I spoke, they turned away.

When I cried, they were confused.

And when I roared, they trembled.

Now I know it wasn’t because they didn’t want to show up,

It was because they couldn’t.

They hadn’t yet found entrance into the place where I was.

The dark.

The void.

I never knew…

That the feeling of everyone turning away from you…

The deep desperation of being utterly alone within…

The dark night in Gethsemane…

Was the permission slip.

The courage.

The waking up to the truth:

I never needed permission to fly.