About You

I want to write about you, but my mind keeps coming back to me. If there was something so beautiful that I couldn’t forget, I would let it capture my heart, ensnare my mind and become the only thing I obsessed about.

Instead of me, all I could see would be what had stolen my heart.

Now, I fight to know that others watch, but cannot see this beautiful reality. Themselves know of a searching, longing for what I part possess, but never knowing the true object of their affection is that which I pretend to care for less. I hold what is great as if it were only a mediocre reflection of greatness, and hold what is worthless as if it had some value.

This I confess, and know nought to change. For a prize worth winning is worth the struggle. The fight to obtain is not a curse but a blessing – if I count on grace to rise me when I fall.

Oh, that I could embrace my identity apart from the affirmation of those whose value is derived outside themselves. To recognize and walk in the freedom that I have tasted without fear of repercussions. To burn the bridges that still connect me to the life I have rejected and fix my eyes on what is changeless instead of the ephemeral opinions of those who think they see….