There is a monster in me and “witch” by that I mean b**** I have not been able to please. There was a thirst for forgiveness and a desire to please. A dream and a wish of love and success that I would take from my soul to give to another. I had become tired and frustrated that no one was listening and the no one turned out to be me. That little witch and little monster had always been me, a desire and a frustration that I could not see until the day I fasted away instead of feasted to be. In the emptiness and the darkness I seen what I could not see. I could not hear pass the muffle of fears of the past, that I have always been love. Yes I have always been a “good girl” loving and kind. My soul had never intentionally hurt another but I punished myself with seeking forgiveness without ever knowing what I had done and when I may have spoken from the human I spent a lifetime with in stories and sending love. I was giving attention to the places that judged instead of those who inspired, silly little monster in me!