I had a dream last night.

I was strong. I allowed others to go in front and ahead of me. Because it didn't matter to take the most efficient way, I wanted to trail off on my own. To feel my own strength to take me to my destination. To make good quality time with the breeze against me. I carried a heavy load on my back but all of it was bare necessities. I was holding onto veins and making my way through the darkened roots. I fully trusted myself and forgot the existence of. . . .doubt, is it called? Yes that, it didn't occur to me what that was. I went because I knew I should, that it was the only way. I dodged teethed demons at every obstacle, they tried, but I succeeded them. Drops of fear in my blood flow only supported that I should push myself even more. It only lived so that it could remind me I was living.

And when I woke I felt accomplished, I felt so utterly good about myself. I felt that I was brave.


I felt my potential.