Art by Helena Nelson Reed
In medieval times, moats were created around a castle to keep attackers away.
Sometimes they were deep trenches; sometimes times they were filled with water.
I may have created an emotional moat around some areas of my life to keep the hurt at bay.
I’m not admitting to something I really need to express and no one from the outside can come in and deepen the hurt, but none of that pent up energy can get out either.
I’m too afraid to open the drawbridge and express my feelings, my hurt, dissatisfaction of all that is bottling inside me.
I’ve learned to be careful who I open up to!
Only a few cared, the rest just wanted something to gossip about.
And then one day it happens…
It takes a tremendous amount of courage to accept the scars that have defaced my soul.
One day I woke up and I was in this place. I was in this place where everything felt right.
My heart was calm.
My soul was lit.
My thoughts were positive.
My vision clear.
I’m at peace.
At peace with where I’ve been, at peace with what I’ve been through and at peace with where I’m headed.