Maybe you're like me, only freed from your demons when you are trying to be of service to others.
Maybe you feel like I do, that any moment the earth can open up beneath your feet and swallow your soul whole, leaving nothing but a shadow seared into the hearts of those who love you.
Maybe there is a core of aching, a smoldering burning at the back of your head that never leaves, keeping you from ever giving you a moments relief.
Maybe some days you can't bear to look in the mirror because the beauty you see on the outside never aligns with how you see yourself in your minds eye.
Maybe you too feel all the wonder in you, all the love, and all the brilliance you lock inside like a prisoner, slowly becoming something else entirely. For even the purest of water not allowed to flow freely, becomes stagnant and toxic, eventually.
Sometimes, I wonder if maybe you have the key I need to set that love in me free, and maybe I also have what you have been missing.
