Where once I made use of everything and every one, manipulated my way through thought process and circumstance to achieve my own personal agenda, and cared not what effect my actions might have on that with which I surround myself, presently I find myself unchoreographed, stripped of all pretense.
I have not knowingly
employed one power of deception, plotted a single course, nor sought
out any weakness that may be used to my advantage, since I arrived.
I fear not, that I
have gone from being the predator to the prey.
Instead, I am surrounded by a great feeling of contentment. As if the weight of constantly contriving my existence has been lifted from me. For the first time, I am experiencing life, without an encumbering need for the strategies I always thought were quintessential to creating my own little corner of the world.
I bloom now, because it is my time- not because I have made it so.
devoid of motive stillness springs forth, disguised as a tundra flower.
The shimmery blue satin fabric of Elipsa’s wedding gown slipped through her finger tips effortlessly, like soft spun glass it wound around her lithe frame, accentuating the womanly bits that she had tried so hard to hide as they had presented themselves.
Not accustomed to being dressed in such finery, she did her best to imagine what she must look like wearing it, momentarily longing for a looking glass- but quickly reprimanding herself for allowing such prideful desires to creep in.
After all, the garment was just the wrapping- it was she that was to be the gift.
If the man her
father had promised her to in marriage was pleased when she was not
wrapped in this heavenly blue finery, there would be peace between
the two conflicting tribes- if not, there would be bloodshed.
Suddenly, the blue
dress weighed down heavily about her neck and shoulders.