Chronicles Von Quandt

The Story of The Adventures

Out of the Darkness|Episode 3

A Series of Vignettes

On the Soul’s Journey to Freedom

There was a time when this wasn’t ok-when the harsh realities of life still felt wrong to my soul.  Before my being had been in so many uncomfortable places that the discomfort began to wrap around me like a well loved blanket.

Those times of comfort were days of yore now.  This was my time now.  Those times when I laughed in my daddy’s arms, swooped up with joy when he came home from a long day at work.  The scent of mother strong as he passed me back to her and went to wash up for dinner.  Those happy days together, before the yelling and the struggles began.

Those times were almost mere shadows, blackened out by the darker shadows…

Crouching terrified in the corner.  Weeping unheard.

No wonder this felt comfortable.  Now at least I had some power. I could at least say, “This is MY life.”  I come back here to my glass to swirl it gently in the cloudy light of MY own accord.  No one has driven me here.  Everyone hears me when I cry here.  This is my place of comfort.  This is my place of power.  I have the power to choose, the power to stay or go.  The power to have one more and make it all go away.  This is my choice.

This is my freedom.


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