This came to me in a dream. In the middle of the night, I awoke, picked up the iPhone, and began to write. These are the words typed on the phone.
Slowly the me that grew for twenty-three years disappeared
surrounded by a cocoon of events;
protecting the id.
Sleepily absorbing life;
cautiously traveling a path;
being the best I can be.
Suddenly a birthday brings an epiphany
peeling layers of a protective shell.
I am almost free.
I struggle to remember who I am