Shed the Cloak

I had been wearing it for so long.

The tightly fitting cloak of victimhood.

The ghosts peek in the window.

Seeing me honestly smiling,

relaxed and enjoying my life!

It pains them to see I have shed the cloak of victimhood.

I have suffered long enough, as my soul is pained.

What divine purpose did I see in suffering or did I think it

was such a noble cause to be the worlds’ victim?

This piece was written in 2015, a time of deep introspection. Its always a surprise to see what writing is in my journal!