I was a visual trail. I stopped; finally… I scanned the wake; I froze. I basked in wonder. I said. “There I am again.” I’m not a specter; I’m not myself.

After years of running, I stopped. My heart slowed; I could hear it. I took a deep breath. I looked around; I knew I had arrived. I was home. The impossible now possible. My fleeting dreams have arrived. Now, I let go.

I left passion behind as a burned and tattered child. My soul burned like a white-hot iron meant to forge swords in the darkness. As I burned, I twisted to escape the flame and ran through the deep black night. I ran, free but lost. I finally found my way as I wandered toward an unknown destination. On roads less traveled winding and twisting through hidden forests. Vaulted cliffs of desire, fear and failure thwarted me. Finally, I crashed into the rocks of my familiar shore. ...

Ten years passed My daughter is becoming I watch her grow in awe As I look up I see her I see her for who she is I see her for who she’ll become And I see her I see her I see her do her best I see her tell the truth I see her persevere As my heart swells like a balloon I love her More than life itself More than the universe As I look up ...

I sat down today and thought; it’s time to do this. I know it will happen as sure as the sun, and just like that, I’m ready. My conviction like steel. My eyes fixed. I sharpened my wit, and calm my nerves. I’m sure; I’m confident. It’s time.