Listening and Healing

  Listening My whole life, I’ve circled around a dream of healing, hiding from a voice that whispers: “You are born to heal.” I’ve always been an outsider, looking through a window, at a clear, bright world, never finding my place, never reaching for the door. I am Yagrin now. There’s no more time for turning away, and letting the world pass by. Now, healing calls me, in a voice that shakes the whole world. My energy rises within me, and I easily cast off the fear. Then, I turn all my strength toward healing.

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History and Change

  Shaken Late in the evening, the Watchtower is quiet, and I come out of hiding. Most of the visitors are gone now. A few stay overnight, sleeping on soft mats in the white and violet rooms, but it’s easy enough to avoid them. So many of the people I meet are filled with hatred and fear of me. I can’t bear it. Something is broken in me, and I can’t face anyone except Shazira or Tzina. Emotions scream at me, circle within me, over and over, larger and larger. I have to escape to another room to quiet this madness.

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