The clouds, at once, parted and I regained the vision...the vision of happiness. I remembered who I was and realized where I wanted to be. After this realization, there was no turning back, no way to pretend again, no intention of pushing ahead. There was not a clean break. The past invades my present and blurs my future. Again I feel the chain yanking at my neck as I venture forward into life, as if I'm a dog...on a leash...in your yard...and I've run out of slack. But I don't belong to you.
jmv
