The better part of me wants to run as fast as possible to find you and hold you. And there is anxiety aroused by the old wounds of us that scream “get away”. I won’t run. I will face my fears. Whatever risk I am taking is worth it. You have my trust. I believe in you. H.E.

Like a bedraggled moth am I,
Drawn dizzily, yet inexorably
Toward the soft ethereal light
That shines from the eyes of a silken Goddess:
Poor stupid creature!
What hope for me?
“Enfants Perdus”
by Danny Rowden