Here: Her Words

Dear Goliath,
You've given me so many stones to throw. Countless. But as always, She without sin, let her cast the first. I confess that it was not love I felt, but fear. At times, hate. At my most evil, indifferent. My failure to understand Love created bondage for both of us. Now, having found peace in the form of me in all my dramatic imperfections of who-I-really-Am, I lay the stones at your feet, unafraid, asking for forgiveness, while claiming my release from the giant shrouded shadow of what-had-been. I'm looking only towards the Sun. Hear: I am done. I wish you peaceful acceptance but should your hand desire to sling any one stone...stop...notice...how polished they've become under the churning of my own and look for your reflection.

What you wish upon another, you wish upon yourself.

And So It Is,
The Queen of Is Real*

*This is a reference to David, who would become the King of Israel...for those wondering.