Confession

I have a negative freedom. This kind of freedom isolates me, and weakens me all the time. The most important wounds are on my heel and in my soul. I broke my heel of soul in wrestling with my love for life. Maybe some gigantic forces are beyond my control. Today, because of my old injuries, I cannot go on with my life. The soul injury was much more serious than I was told. So, I'm abandoned to live in my suffering. I try to be a modern person; I try to be rooted in the complexity of the social forces, but my attitude is always a passive one. Although, I need to survive this battle, because it is my own battle. My world has collapsed. Do I really need freedom? Don't make me laugh. I began to think of my positive, new world and of the self-determination it entails. I am anchored in what I am, because of my right heel and because of my left wing of the soul. They don't let me hope. I spend my time doing whatever I have to do to survive. I pray for something real to come and to save me. ‘Twas raining last night and I had a wonderful dream. I was slipping into a happy world. God, I miss that dream so much! Copyright © Marieta Maglas. All rights reserved.